XIII <br /> <br />To Mr. H. Lawes, on his Aires. <br /> <br />Harry whose tuneful and well measur'd Song <br />First taught our English Musick 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 aire couldst humor best our tongue <br />Thou honour'st Verse, and Verse must send her wing <br />To honour thee, the Priest of Phoebus Quire <br />That tun'st their happiest lines in Hymn or Story <br />Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher <br />Then his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing <br />Met in the milder shades of Purgatory. <br /> <br />Note: 9 send] lend Cambridge Autograph MS.<br /><br />John Milton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-13-2/
