The Pastime of Pleasure: An Allegorical Poem

by Stephen Hawes

And to the reder ryght consolacion;

As we do golde frome copper purifye

So that Elocucyon doth ryght well claryfy.

The dulcet speche from the langage rude,

Tellynge the tale in termes eloquent,

The barbary tongue it doth ferre exclude,

Electynge wordes whiche are expedyent,

In Latyn or in Englyshe, after the entent

Encensyng out the aromatyke fume,

Our langage rude to exyle and consume.