To whom, because from you all virtues flow, If you can think these flatteries, they are; As counsels, and as far the endeavour raise. So my ill, reaching you, might there grow good, And if I flatter any, 'tis not you, But my own judgment, who did long ago Pronounce that all these praises should be true, And virtue should your beauty and birth outgrow. Now that my prophecies are all fulfilled, Rather than God should not be honoured too, And all these gifts confessed, which he instilled, Yourself were bound to say that which I do. So I but your recorder am in this, Or mouth, and speaker of the universe, A ministerial notary; for 'tis Not I, but you and fame, that make this verse, I was your prophet in your younger days, TO MR. I. W. ALL hail, sweet Poet, more full of more strong fire, Than hath or shall enkindle any spirit!* I loved what nature gave thee; but thy merit Of wit and art I love not, but admire; Who have before or shall write after thee, Their works, though toughly laboured, will be Like infancy or age to man's firm stay, Or early and late twilights to mid-day. Men say, and truly, that they better be, * Var. .... and full of more strong fire Than hath or shall enkindle my dull spirit. Ed. 1635. Oh how I grieve, that late-born modesty parts Extol, without suspect of surquedry; For, but thyself, no subject can be found Thy worth but thine: how good it were to see Now if this song be too harsh for rhyme, yet as I shall be thought (if mine like thine I shape) TO MR. T. W. HASTE thee, harsh verse, as fast as thy lame measure Will give thee leave, to him; my pain and plea sure I've given thee, (and yet thou art too weak,) Feet and a reasoning soul, and tongue to speak. 34 Tell him all questions, with men have defended Love is sent; You are my pevas, to use my Testament. TO MR T. W. PREGNANT agan, with the old twins, Hope and Fear. Of have I aske for they, both how and where A- in our streets sly beggars narrowly And now thy alms is given, thy letter's read fter this banquet my soul doth say grace. Thy love; though I think thy love in this case To be as gluttons', which say 'midst their meat, They love that best, of which they most do eat. INCERTO. AT once from hence my lines and I depart, Yet as a firm house, though the carpenter So, though I languish, pressed with melancholy, Therefore I envy them, and do repent, That from unhappy me things happy are sent ; Accept these lines, and if in them there be |