Edward Benlowes

My deare Friend,

You have put the Theorboe into my hand; and I have playd: You gave the Musitian the first encouragement; the Musicke returnes to you for Patronage. Had it beene a light Ayre, no doubt but it had taken the most; and, among them, the worst: But being a grave Strayne, my hopes are, that it will please the best; and, among them You. Toyish Ayres please trivial eares; They kisse the fancy, and betray it: They cry, Haile, first; and after, Crucifie: Let Dorrs delight to immerd themselves in dung, whilst Eagles scorne so poore a Game as Flies. Sir, You have Art, and Candor: Let the one judge, let the other excuse

Your most affectionate Friend,

FRA. QUARLES.