tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72321883551999611672011-09-15T13:58:04.002-07:00DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08781475958731956257noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232188355199961167.post-1134216908662997052008-09-15T13:57:00.000-07:002011-09-15T13:58:04.023-07:00it is what it is....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232188355199961167-113421690866299705?l=fictionalrockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08781475958731956257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232188355199961167.post-62423009992926041912006-09-15T13:57:00.000-07:002011-09-15T13:57:37.435-07:00Louing in trueth, and fayne in verse my loue to show,<br />That she, deare Shee, might take som pleasure of my paine,<br />Pleasure might cause her reade, reading might make her know,<br />Knowledge might pittie winne, and pity grace obtaine,<br />I sought fit wordes to paint the blackest face of woe;<br />Studying inuentions fine, her wits to entertaine,<br />Oft turning others leaues, to see if thence would flow<br />Some fresh and fruitfull showers vpon my sun-burnd brain.<br />But words came halting forth, wanting Inuentions stay;<br />Inuention, Natures childe, fledde step-dame Studies blowes;<br />And others feet still seemde but strangers in my way.<br />Thus, great with childe to speak, and helplesse in my throwes,<br />Biting my trewand pen, beating myselfe for spite,<br />Fool, said my Muse to me, looke in thy heart, and write.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232188355199961167-6242300999292604191?l=fictionalrockstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08781475958731956257noreply@blogger.com0