MUST have wanton poets, pleasant wits, <br />Musicians, that with touching of a string <br />May draw the pliant king which way I please: <br />Music and poetry is his delight; <br />Therefore I'll have Italian masks by night, <br />Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; <br />And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, <br />Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; <br />My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, <br />Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay; <br />Sometime a lovely boy in Dian's shape, <br />With hair that gilds the water as it glides, <br />Crownets of pearl about his naked arms, <br />And in his sportful hands an olive-tree, <br />To hide those parts which men delight to see, <br />Shall bathe him in a spring; and there, hard by, <br />One like Actæon, peeping through the grove, <br />Shall by the angry goddess be transform'd, <br />And running in the likeness of an hart, <br />By yelping hounds pull'd down, shall seem to die: <br />Such things as these best please his majesty.<br /><br />Christopher Marlowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-must-have-wanton-poets/
