Classic Poem

None other fame mine vnambitious Muse,
Affected euer, but t'eternize thee:
All other honors doe my hopes refuse,
Which meaner priz'd and momentary bee.
For God forbid I should my Papers blot,
With mercenary lines, with seruile Pen:
Praising vertues in them that haue them not,
Basely attending on the hopes of men.
No, no, my Verse respects not Thames nor Theaters ,
Nor seekes it to be knowne vnto the Great,
But Auon rich in fame, though poore in waters,
Shall haue my Song, where Delia hath her seat:
Auon shall be my Thames , and she my Song,
No other prouder Brookes shall heare my wrong.