Harry, whose tuneful and well-measured song <br />First taught our English music how to span <br />Words with just note and accent, not to scan <br />With Midas’ ears, committing short and long, <br />Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, <br />With praise enough for Envy to look wan; <br />To after age thou shalt be writ the man <br />That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue. <br />Thou honour’st Verse, and Verse must lend her wing <br />To honour thee, the priest of Phœbus’ quire, <br />That tunest their happiest lines in hymn or story. <br />Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher <br />Than his Casella, whom he wooed to sing, <br />Met in the milder shades of Purgatory.<br /><br />John Milton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mr-h-lawes-on-his-airs/
