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Caelia -Sonnet - 4

By William Browne

Topics: classic

Were't not for you, here should my pen have rest     And take a long leave of sweet poesy;     Britannia's swains, and rivers far by west,     Should hear no more mine oaten melody;     Yet shall the song I sung of them awhile     Unperfect lie, and make no further known     The happy loves of this our pleasant Isle;     Till I have left some record of mine own.     You are the subject now, and, writing you,     I well may versify, not poetize:     Here needs no fiction: for the graces true     And virtues clip not with base flatteries.     Here could I write what you deserve of praise,     Others might wear, but I should win the bays.

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About William Browne

William Browne is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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