PREFACE
Ahh with wit I doth fayne But try to tell to give with mine voice what doth be But pities case to give But voice to all those shes whose voice naught one doth tell who dwell inst a place forgot banish no sight upon her face her hart soft of love Yet naught doth tell of those wallflowers inst bowers hid that naught attract interest for all doth But shower attention onst those Dames of high pretention that history doth But always proclaim But indifferent to those of low worth of no gain we hear of Beatrice Stella Laura The Dark Lady Francesca of Rimini or that Donna of Don Alfonso whose Antonia all forget or again of Haidée But no voice tells of the voice of their maids for all history be But of the low indifferent for poets be elites and singeth of their patrons at their feet who buy their sycophantic sheets