Touch but thy Lire (my Harrie) and I heare From thee some raptures of the rare Gotire. Then if thy voice commingle with the String I heare in thee the rare Laniere to sing; Or curious Wilson: Tell me, canst thou be Less then Apollo, that usurp'st such Three? Three, unto whom the whole world give applause; Yet their Three praises, praise but One; that's Lawes.
