Or in that blest estate, that I might die.
But why doe I thus travaile in the skill
Of despis'd poetrie, and perchance spill
35My fortune? or undoe myself in sport
By having but that dangerous name in Court?
I'le leave, and since I doe your poet prove,
Keep you my lines as secret as my Love.
An Elegie &c. A10, L74 (J. R. in margin), RP31: Elegie N, TCD (J. R.): Elegie to his M. promissing to love him an hour. HN (signed J. R.): An Elegy 1602. To Mrs Boulstrede. Le Prince d'Amour. &c. 1660
7 text from HN: The beggers best is, that wealth he doth 〈not〉 know, A10: The beggar's best, his &c. L74, RP31, N, TCD, Sim: The beggar's best that Grosart
9 two Sim: om. HN, L74, N, RP31, TCD: But we an hour may now enjoy when never A10