Classic Poem

Of Muses hills & princes Halls
Of Louu'rs & Escurialls
Tell noe more tales at Festiualls
To silence all Poetick powre
Wee sing Hersigne Henries towre
The Sunn nere saw soe braue a bowre.

2

Just on the Nauell of a ground
With groue & garden Chapletts crownd
Hung w th large skies of wonders round
Ould poaring Sol is still distrest
An artfull wildness gloomes his east
W t h flames of burnisht gold invest.

3

The birds in pleached Arbours faire
Joying the calme enamour'd aire
Theire pineons, notes & loues repaire
Where men may die Contemplatiue
On pleasures that three senses giue
Not minding two, wherby they liue.

4

He whose greate soule is frendships spheare
And noble hart raignes every where
Setts ope his boundless bounties here
Come all can reason sing or write
Of Martiall or Mercuriall sprite
And make two dayes to Euery night.

5

Canns wide as Cannons doubly shine
They scorne to wrong the god of Wine
To make a poore pint pott his sh[ri]ne
Here are full streames, pure rich & cleane
Of Spanish French & Rhenish veine
And Hipocrase for Hippocrene.

6

Troops of bright Nymphs whom fancie leades
In stead of Pearle or Ambar beads
Here brace theire arms & starr their heads
Whose flagrant beames his brest vnburne
He meanes his bowre shal serue his turne
For Cloister Closett to his Vrne.

7

When Venus heard me finish soe
She swore by Cupids goulden bow
He should not long vngaged goe
For from a hart soe l[o]nge alone
What Energie would soone be showne
When Loue but made a twofold one.