Perusing yesternight with idle eyes, <br />The Fairy Singers stately tuned verse: <br />And viewing after Chap-mens wonted guise, <br />What strange contents the title did rehearse. <br />I streight leapt ouer to the latter end, <br />Where like the queint Comædians of our time, <br />That when their Play is doone do fal to ryme, <br />I found short lines, to sundry Nobles pend. <br />Whom he as speciall Mirrours singled fourth, <br />To be the Patrons of his Poetry; <br />I read them all, and reuerenc't their worth, <br />Yet wondred he left out thy memory. <br />But therefore gest I he supprest thy name, <br />Because few words might not co[m]prise thy fame.<br /><br />Thomas Nashe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-2-from-pierce-penilesse/
