Classic Poem

To our English Orpheus, my deere friend M Iohn Allen.

Were I thy Iudge (deere Iacke) for voice and skill,
Thou as a mortall augell shouldst be held;
For when thy heauenly voice mine eares doth fill,
My soule hath much more ioy then she can wield.
Whereof (not being dainty to thy friend)
Thou hast of yore so lifted vp my spirit
That (as in rapture) she Heauen's pleasures kend;
For which and for thy loue and other merrit,
Vpon this paper-stone Ile graue thy name;
That times to come may know thee by the same.