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Sunday, 15 November 2015

The Author to the Curious Reader by Edmond Graile

I Leave perfection of a Poets Skill,
(which doth with silver raies poor rusticks daunt)
To Silvesters, and to Du Bartas quill,
and such as harbour, where the Muses haunt;
Bathing in crystall streames of rare conceits,
conceiting what they list, of any subject,
Subjecting whatsoever them delights,
unto their witte and art, their natures object.
To such leave I, the majestie
of Poetrie divine:
more rife is their dexteritie,
their wittes more ripe than mine.

There needes no garland where the wine is good,
nor colours, where the substance is most pure:
Sinceritie by Truth hath ever stood,
and shall, so long as doth the Truth indure,
More Truth than Sacred veritie,
no creature can require.
And who so likes simplicitie,
to heere his full desire.

From: Graile, Edmond, Little Timothe his lesson: or, A summary relation of the historicall part of holy scripture plainely and familiarly comprized in meeter, for the helpe of memory, and instruction of the ignorant in the writings of God. By E.G. Mr. in Arts, and practitioner in physicke for the Kings hospitall of St. Bartholomew, in the city of Glocester. 1611, William Hall for Ionas Man: London, page [unnumbered].

Date: 1611

By: Edmond Graile (c1577-16??)