Classic Poem

That princely Prophet whose celestiall Vaine,
In sweetest Measures, & soule-charming Layes,
To his deare Harpe so fealingly bewrayes
Mans perfect Way to Pleasure and to Paine:
Bequeath'd the Skill of his Skie-fostered Braine,
(Whilst he himselfe crownd with immortall Rayes,
Of endlesse Glory rests, not fading Bayes)
Here Phœnix like to be renewd againe .
And as from that Arabian Birds sweet Ashe
One still proceedes of like admired Wing:
The sacred Furie of best Israels King
To Britanes Monarch doth so fully passe
 By which inflam'd He sings, that Heauens Decree,
  None worthy D AVIDS Muse, & Harpe but He .

Your Maiesties humble seruant,
Dauid Murray .