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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393509" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Frendly Caueat to the Second Shakerley of Powles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SLumbring I lay in melancholy bed, <br>Before the dawning of the sanguin light: <br>When Eccho Shrill, or some Familiar Spright <br>Buzzed an Epitaph into my hed. <br>Magnifique Mindes, bred of Gargantuas race, <br>In grisly weedes His Obsequies waiment, <br>Whose Corps on Powles, whose mind triumph'd on Kent, <br>Scorning to bate Sir Rodomont an ace. <br>I mus'd awhile: and hauing mus'd awhile, <br>Iesu, (quoth I) is that Gargantua minde <br>Conquerd, and left no Scanderbeg behinde ? <br>Vowed he not to Powles A Second bile? <br>What bile, or kibe? (quoth that same early Spright) <br>Haue you forgot the Scanderbegging wight? <br>Glosse. <br>Is it a Dreame? or is the Highest minde, <br>That euer haunted Powles, or hunted winde, <br>Bereaft of that same sky-surmounting breath, <br>That breath, that taught the Timpany to swell? <br>He, and the Plague contended for the game: <br>The hawty man extolles his hideous thoughtes, <br>And gloriously insultes vpon poore soules, <br>That plague themselues: for faint harts plague themselues. <br>The tyrant Sicknesse of base-minded slaues <br>Oh how it dominer's in Coward Lane? <br>So Surquidry rang-out his larum bell, <br>When he had girn'd at many a dolefull knell. <br>The graund Dissease disdain'd his toade Conceit, <br>And smiling at his tamberlaine contempt, <br>Sternely struck-home the peremptory stroke. <br>He that nor feared God, nor dreaded Diu'll, <br>Nor ought admired, but his wondrous selfe: <br>Like Iunos gawdy Bird, that prowdly stares <br>On glittring fan of his triumphant taile: <br>Or like the ugly Bugg, that scorn'd to dy, <br>And mountes of Glory rear'd in towring witt: <br>Alas: but Babell Pride must kisse the pitt. <br>L'enuoy . <br>Powles steeple, and a hugyer thing is downe: <br>Beware the next Bull-beggar of the towne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gabriel+Harvey">Gabriel Harvey</a><div class=q>
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Before the dawning of the sanguin light: 
When Eccho Shrill, or some Familiar Spright 
Buzzed an Epitaph into my hed. 
Magnifique Mindes, bred of Gargantuas race, 
In grisly weedes His Obsequies waiment, 
Whose ..."></div>
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