| Sir Walter Raleigh (1554?1618). Poems. 1892. | | | | I. | | Walter Rawely of the Middle Temple in Commendation of the Steel Glass; 1576 |
| | | SWEET were the sauce would please each kind of taste; | |
| The life likewise were pure that never swerved: | |
| For spiteful tongues in cankered stomachs placed | |
| Deem worst of things which best (percase) deserved. | |
| But what for that? This medicine may suffice | 5 |
| To scorn the rest, and seek to please the wise. | |
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| Though sundry minds in sundry sort do deem, | |
| Yet worthiest wights yield praise for every pain; | |
| But envious brains do nought, or light, esteem | |
| Such stately steps as they cannot attain: | 10 |
| For whoso reaps renown above the rest, | |
| With heaps of hate shall surely be oppressed. | |
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| Wherefore, to write my censure of this book, | |
| This Glass of Steel unpartially doth show | |
| Abuses all to such as in it look, | 15 |
| From prince to poor, from high estate to low. | |
| As for the verse, who list like trade to try, | |
| I fear me much, shall hardly reach so high. | | | | |
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