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Tixall Poetry.
And know, the blind rocks ne'er appeare,
Until they bring despair with feare.
You've lost the sound near shore,
O trust the sea noe more!
You're surely surfeited e're this,
Of all that trust the court calls blis.
Make you to port, like those who coast the main,
But to be sea-sicke, and turne home again.
Until they bring despair with feare.
You've lost the sound near shore,
O trust the sea noe more!
You're surely surfeited e're this,
Of all that trust the court calls blis.
Make you to port, like those who coast the main,
But to be sea-sicke, and turne home again.
The Recantation.
My owne obscureness made me lately write
Against the court's supposed want of sight.
Thus in their lamenes beggars find
Comfort with thinking others blind.
Exalted courtiers view
Dayly things strange and new;
They from the topmasts ships espye,
When decks see only sea and sky.
Against the court's supposed want of sight.
Thus in their lamenes beggars find
Comfort with thinking others blind.
Exalted courtiers view
Dayly things strange and new;
They from the topmasts ships espye,
When decks see only sea and sky.
