Tixall Poetry.
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And yet I may retort, how can my sence
Doubt that in all, which, by experience,
I find in me, who have the least pretence?
Doubt that in all, which, by experience,
I find in me, who have the least pretence?
In earnest, madam, such as you, who are
So lov'd by all, I grant may better spare
Self-love to us, who need a greater share.
So lov'd by all, I grant may better spare
Self-love to us, who need a greater share.
And yet that very gratitude, which you
Referre unto yourselves, as still you doe,
Containes a smattering in't of self-love too.
Referre unto yourselves, as still you doe,
Containes a smattering in't of self-love too.
Had I a style, or pen, lyke yours to try,
In such a cause I might, compendiously,
At once my self-love prayse, and justify.
In such a cause I might, compendiously,
At once my self-love prayse, and justify.
Where now my slender veine must stretch in fine
To shoot out all in length, since ten of myne,
In substance hardly tythe your single line.
To shoot out all in length, since ten of myne,
In substance hardly tythe your single line.
