XLI.

Ne may this homely verse, of many meanest,
Hope to escape his venemous despite,

More than my former writs, all were they cleanest
From blamefull blot, and free from all that wite
With which some wicked tongues did it backebite,
And bring into a mighty peres displeasure,
That never so deserved to endite

Therefore do you, my rimes, keep better measure,

And seeke to please; that now is courted wise men threasure,

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