r lay-man I, for sacred rites unfit.

    Some do I s fury tell,

    But (God )  not ;

    And t brook of hell,

    I am no pickpurse of anot.

    t h an ease

    My ts I speak, and h flow

    In verse, and t my verse best s doth please?

    Guess me t is it thus ? -- fye, no.

    Or so ? -- muc is,

    My lips are s, inspired ELLAs kiss.

    X

    Of all t ever here did reign,

    Ed in praise I name,

    Not for side, nor well-lined brain --

    Alts imp feat on Fame.

    Nor t , frame

    h a kingdoms gain;

    And, and by Mars could yet mad Mars so tame,

    t balance e obtain.

    Nor t he Floure-de-luce so `fraid,

    trongly hedged of bloody Lions paws

    t ty Leo ribute paid.

    Nor t, nor any such small cause --

    But only, for t durst prove

    to lose han fail his love.

    XI

    O  didst my StELLA bear,

    I sah many a smiling line

    Upon thy cheerful face, Joys livery wear,

    s on treams did shine;

    t for joy could not to dance forbear,

    on y so divine

    Ravisayd not, till in her golden hair

    test prison) twine.

    And fain tay

    , forced by nature still to fly,

    First did hose locks display.

    She, so dishevelld, blushd; from window I

    it t, O fair disgrace,

    Let o t  place!

    XII

    highway, since you my chief Parnassus be;

    And t my Muse, to some ears not uns,

    tempers o trampling ,