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And pulles a younglinge by the arme, that did for fame desire.
For, hee with pace of snayle, proceeded to his pen;
Lest haste shoulde make him wishe (too late) it weare to write againe.
And therefore still with care, woulde euerie thinge amende:
Yea, ofte eche worde, and line suruaye, before hee made an ende.
And, yf he any sawe, whose care to wryte was small:
To him, like wordes to these he vs'd, which hee did meane to all.
My sonne, what worke thou writes, correcte, reforme, amende,
The fruicte: at firste is sower, till time giue pleasante taste:
And verie rare is that attempte, that is not harm'd with haste.
Perfection comes in time, and forme and fashion giues:
Then, alter ofte, and chaunge, peruse, and reade, and marke,
The man that softlie settes his steppes, goes fastest in the darke.
But if that thirst of fame, doe pricke thee forthe too faste:
Thou shalt (when it is all too late) repente therefore at laste.
sura de scriptis eden-
dis
Differ, habent paruae
commoda magna morae.
Prouide quicquid est, da
spacium & tempus tibi:
Quod ratio nequit, sae-
pe sanauit mora.