Sir Martyn: A Poem, in the Manner of Spenser

LXIV. But boat not of uperiour hrewd addree, Ye who can calmly purn the ruind Mayd, Ye who unmovd can view the deepe ditree That cruhes to the dut the Parents head, And rends that eaie heart by You betrayd, Boat not that Ye his numerous woes ekew; Ye who unawd the Nuptial couch invade, Boat not his weaknee with contempt to view; For worthy is He till compard, perdie, to YOU.