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The Prologue (excerpt) To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings, Of cities founded, commonwealths begun, For my mean pen are too superior things: Or how they all, or their dates have run Let poets and historians set these forth, My obscure lines shall not so dim their worth.I am obnoxious to each carping tongue Who says my hand a needle better fits, A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong For such despite they cast on female wits If what I do prove well, it won't advance, They’ll say it's stol'n, or else it was by chanceAnd oh ye high flown quills that soar the skies, And ever with your prey still catch your praise, If e'er you deign these lowly lines your eyes, Give thyme or parsley wreath, I ask no bays; This mean and unrefined ore of mine Will make your glist’ring gold but more to shine.
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