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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Writers Postscript: or a 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.<br>- - - - - - Fata immatura vagantur.</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 Corps ..."></div>
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