Ye moderne Lawreats famousd for your writ, <br />VVho for your pregnance may in Delos dwelt, <br />On your sweete lines eternitie doth sit, <br />Their browes enobling with applause and lawrell. <br />Triumph and honor ay inuest your writ, <br />Ye fett your penns from wing of singing swanne, <br />VVhen sweetely warbling to her selfe she flotes <br />Adowne Meander streames, and like to Organ <br />Imparts into her quils melodious notes. <br /> <br />Ye from the father of delicious phrases, <br />Borrow such hymns as make your mistresse liue <br />VVhen time is dead, nay Hermes tunes the praises, <br />VVhich ye in sonnets to your mistresse giue. <br /> <br />Report throughout our westerne Isle doth ring, <br />The sweete tun'd accents of your Delian sonnetrie, <br />VVhich to Apollos violine ye sing, <br />Oh then your high straines drowne his melodie. <br /> <br />From forth dead sleepe of euerlasting darke, <br />Fame with her trumps shrill summon hath awakt <br />The Romayne Naso and the Tuskan Petrarch, <br />Your spirit-rauishing lines to wonder at. <br /> <br />Oh theame befitting high mus'd Astrophil, <br />He to your siluerie songs lent sweetest touch, <br />Your songs the immortall spirit of your quill, <br />Oh pardon, for my artlesse pen to much <br />Doth dimme your glories through his infant skill. <br /> <br />Though may J not with you the spoyles deuide <br />(Ye sacred of-spring of Mnemosyne) <br />Of endlesse praise which haue your pens atchiu'd, <br />(Your pens the trumps to immortallitie) <br />Yet be it leyfull that like maymes I bide <br />Like brunts and skarres in your loues warfare, <br />And here though in my home-spun verse of them declare.<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alli-verifiglioli-delle-muse/
