Classic Poem

In riched sprite by great Apollo crown'd
With cirkling wreaths of stately laurell Bayes,
Scorning as't seemes that thy inchanting layes
Should haue their praise but of immortall sound:
For heau'ns seeing earth, so be thy songs renown'd,
Draw vp thy sweetest Ditties to the skies,
Whose well tun'd notes Phaebus t'his harpe applies:
While as his chariot wheels about the Round.
And thus thy diume-sprite-inspired Muse
Hath made thee here admir'd, belou'd aboue,
She sings so sweetly that she doth infuse
Wonder in mortals, in the godhead loue:
No maruell if thy songs b'admired then,
That yeeld both musicke vnto gods and men.