[Begin Pg. 2] Doo never garnishe any head. / With Lawrell, by hearesay of Fame. / Nor everie one that can rime, / Must not thinke to triumph on time. / Nor they give not their Divine furie, / To everie doting troupe that comes. / For the touch of ev'rie ones thommes [tombs], / Is not of an eternall burie. // Epode. / 3. No, no, the finger is his / Alone : that in the ende must bee / Made proude, with a garland lyke this, / and not ev'rie ryming novice, / That writes with small wit, and much paine: / And the (Gods knowe) idiot in vaine, / For it's not the way to Parnasse,/ Nor it wyll neither come to passe, / If it be not in some wise fiction, / And of an ingenious invension : / And infanted with pleasant travaill, / For it alone must win the Laurell. / and onelie the Poet well borne, / Must be he that goes to Parnassus : / And not these companies of Asses, / That have brought verce almost to scorne. // Strophe. 2 / 4. Making speake (her with a sweete brute) / The ten divers tongues of my Lute, / I will Fredone in thy honour, / These renowned songs of Pindar: / And immitate for thee 'Dever, / Horace, that brave Latine Harper. [End Pg. 2] ///
[Begin Pg. 3, Continue Stanza # 4] And stand up Nymphes Aganapide, / Stand up my wantons Parnasside [Muses of Mt. Parnassus], / Stand up wantons and that we sing, / A newe dittie Calaborois, / To the Iban harpe Thebanois [of Thebes in both Greece & Egypt], / That had such a murmuring string. / For I will shewt [show it], heere with my verces, / (Following the auncient traces) / As high up to the ayre this Hymne, / (With a strong bowe and armes, presumptous) / As Dever is both wise and vertuous, / And as of my Harpe, he is digne [dignified]. // Antistrophe. / 5.Muses, you have had of your father, / Onelie, the particuler faver, / To keepe fro the reeve enfernall:/ And therefore my wantons come sing, / Upon your most best speaking string, / His name that dooth cheerishe you all . / Come Nimphes while I have a desire, / To strike on a well sounding Lyre, / Of our vertues Dever the name . / Dever, that had given him in parte : / The Love, the Warre, Honour, and Arte, / And with them an eternall Fame . / Come Nimphes, your puissaunce is divine : / And to those that you shew no favour, / Quicklie they are deprivde [deprived] of honour, / And slaves to the chaines Cossitine.// Epode, / 6. Amongst our well renowned men, / Dever merits a sylver pen, / [Printer's Mark of "A.y."] / [End Pg. 3] ///
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