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Lo we the class, whose Members
all did maske,
As time us taught, in lowly Student's weeds,
Are now enforst a farre vnfitter taske,
For trumpets sterne to chaunge our Oaten reeds
And annotate the Poet's gentle deeds,
Whose praises hauing slept in silence long,
Vs, all too mean, the sacred Prof. areeds
To blazon broade emongst his learned throng:
Research and faithful glosse shall footnote Spenser's song. |