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And first that no man else may censure me	A
For vaunting what belongeth not to me	A
Heare what I have not for Tie not deny	B
To make confession of my poverty	A
I have not of myselfe the powre or grace	C
To be or not to be one minute space	C
I have not strength another word to write	D
Or tell you what I purpose to indite	D
Or thinke out halfe a thought before my death	E
But by the leave of him that gave me breath	E
I have no native goodnes in my soul	F
But I was over all corrupt and foul	G
And till another cleans'd me I had nought	D
That was not stain'd within me not a thought	D
I have no propper merrit neither will	H
Or to resolve or act but what is ill	H
I have no meanes of safety or content	D
In ought which mine owne wisdom can invent	D
Nor have I reason to be desperate tho	I
Because for this a remedy I know	I
I have no portion in the world like this	J
That I may breathe that ayre which common is	K
Nor have I seen within this spacious round	D
What I have worth my joy or sorrow found	D
Except it hath for these that follow binn	L
The love of my Redeemer and my sinn	L
I none of those great priviledges have	M
Which makes the minions of the time so brave	N
I have no sumpteous pallaces or bowers	O
That overtop my neighbours with their tow'rs	O
I have no large demeanes or princely rents	O
Like those heroes nor their discontents	O
I have no glories from mine auncesters	O
For want of reall worth to bragg of theirs	O
Nor have I baseness in my pedigree	A
For it is noble though obscure it be	A
I have no golde those honours to obtaine	L
Which men might heretofore by vertue gaine	L
Nor have I witt if wealth were given me	A
To thinke bought place or title honour'd me	A
I yet have no beliefe that they are wise	O
Who for base ends can basely temporise	O
Or that it will at length be ill for me	A
That I liv'd poore to keepe my spirit free	A
I have no causes in our pleading courts	O
Nor start I at our Chancery reports	O
No fearfull bill hath yet affrighted me	A
No motion order judgement or decree	A
Nor have I forced beene to tedious journeys	O
Betwixt my counsellors and my attorneys	O
I have no neede of these long gowned warriers	O
Who play at Westminster unarm'd at barriers	O
For gamster for those Common pleas am I	B
Whose sport is marred by the Chancery	A
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I have no complements but what may show	I
That I doe manners and good breeding know	I
For much I hate the forced apish tricks	O
Of these our home disdaining politicks	O
Who to the forraine guises are affected	D
That English honesty is quite rejected	D
And in the stead thereof they furnisht home	P
With shadowes of humanity doe come	Q
Oh how judicious in their owne esteeme	Q
And how compleatly travelled they seem	Q
If in the place of reall kindnesses	O
Which nature could have taught them to expresse	O
They can with gestures lookes and language sweet	D
Fawne like a curtezan on all they meete	D
And vie in humble and kind speeches when	L
They doe most proudly and most falsely meane	L
On this too many falsely set their face	O
Of courtship and of wisdome but 'tis base	O
For servile unto me it doth appeare	A
When we descend to soothe and flatter where	A
We want affection yea I hate it more	A
Than to be borne a slave or to be poore	A
I have no pleasure or delight in ought	D
That by dissembling must to passe be brought	D
If I dislike I'll sooner tell them so	O
Then hide my face beneath a friendly show	O
For he who to be just hath an intent	D
Needs nor dissemble nor a lie invent	D
I rather wish to faile with honestie	D
Then to prevaile in ought by treacherie	A
And with this minde I'll safer sleep then all	R
Our Macavillian polititians shall	S
I have no minde to flatter though I might	D
Be made some lord's companion or a knight	D
Nor shall my verse for me on begging goe	O
Though I might starve unlesse it did doe so	O
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I cannot for my life my pen compell	S
Upon the praise of any man to dwell	S
Unlesse I know or thinke at least his worth	T
To be the same which I have blazed forth	U
Had I some honest suit the gaine of which	V
Would make me noble eminent and rich	V
And that to compasse it no meanes there were	A
Unlesse I basely flatter'd some great peere	A
Would with that suite my mine I might get	D
If on those terms I would endeavour it	D
I have not bin to their condition borne	L
Who are enclyned to respect and scorne	L
As men in their estates doe rise or fall	S
Or rich or poore I vertue love in all	S
And where I find it not I doe despise	O
To fawn on them how high soe're they rise	O
For where proud greatnesse without worth J see	O
Old Mordecay had not a stiffer knee	O
I cannot give a plaudit I protest	D
When as his lordship thinks he breakes a jeast	D
Unles it move me neither can I grin	L
When he a causeles laughter doth begin	L
I cannot sweare him truly honourable	S
Because he once received me to his table	S
i And talk't as if the Muses glad might be	O
That he vouchsafed such a grace to me	O
I His slender worth I could not blazen so	O
By strange hyperboles as some would do	D
Or wonder at it as if none had bin	L
His equall since King William first came in	L
Nor can I thinke true vertue ever car'd	D
To give or take for praise what I have heard	D
For if we pryze them well what goodly grace	O
Have outward beauties riches titles place	O
Or such that we the owners should commend	D
When no true vertues doe on these attend	D
If beautiful he be what honor's that	D
As fayre as he is many a beggar's brat	D
If we his noble titles would extoll	S
Those titles he may have and be a fool	S
If seats of justice he hath climbed we say	O
So tyrants and corrupt oppressors may	O
If for a large estate his praise we tell	S
A thousand villains may be praised as well	S
If he his prince's good esteeme be in	L
Why so hath many a bloudy traytor bin	L
And if in these things he alone excell	S
Let those that list upon his praises dwell	S
Some other worth I find ere I have sense	O
Of any praise deserving excellence	O
I have no friends that once affected were	A
But to my heart they sit this day as neare	A
As when I most endear'd them though they seeme	O
To fall from my opinion or esteeme	O
For pretious time in idle would be spent	D
If I with all should alwayes complement	D
And till my love I may to purpose show	O
I care not wher' they think I love or no	O
For sure I am if any find me chang'd	D
Their greatnes not their meannesse me estranged	D

George Wither

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