Francis Beaumont

(1584 – 6 March 1616 / Leicestershire)

To The True Patronesse Of All Poetrie, - Poem by Francis Beaumont

IT is a statute in deepe wisdomes lore,
That for his lines none should a patro[n] chuse
By wealth or pouerty, by lesse or more,
But who the same is able to peruse;
Nor ought a man his labours dedicate,
Without a true and sensible desert,
To any power of such a mighty state,
And such a wise Defendresse as thou art.
Thou great and powerfull Muse, then pardon mee,
That I presume the Mayden-cheeke to stayne,
In dedicating such a work to thee,
Sprung from the issue of an idle brayne.
I vse thee as a woman ought to be:
I consecrate my idle howres to thee.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 27, 2012


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