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To my mild tutor merrily I came
Quote byMichael Drayton · 1563–1631
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy, l. 24 (1627).
English (original)
To my mild tutor merrily I came (For I was then a proper goodly page Much like a pigmy, scarce ten years of age) Clasping my slender arms about his thigh. O my dear master! cannot you (quoth I) Make me a poet? Do it, if you can, And you shall see, I’ll quickly be a man.
— Michael Drayton
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