Prologue

Lo I the man, whose muse whilome did mask,
As time her taught, in lowly lim'rick's form,
Am now enforst a far unfitter task,
To Spenser's stanza's my low rhymes transform,
And gibber on a blog, as is the norm,
Though entries here will not be in dull prose,
Although this may discourage all the swarms,
Of readers who prefer to look at those,
I hope upon this blog some ones will views bestow.

So then as follows are my duties here,
To daily post up interesting things,
And if I can find none of those, ne'er fear,
I shall make up a number of doings,
To lend to your imaginations wings;
And if my scansion doth destroy your brain,
I can but lift my hands, and grasp and wring,
In anguish at the thought of causing pain,
When all I wanted was to please the lofty brain.