1600 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

John Bodenham

A. B., "To his loving kinde friend, Maister John Bodenham" Englands Helicon (1600) sig. A3.



Wits Commonwealth, the first fruites of thy paines,
Drew on Wits Theater, thy second Sonne:
By both of which, I cannot count the gaines,
And wondrous profit that the world hath wonne.
Next, in the Muses Garden, gathering flowres,
Thou mad'st a Nosegay, as was never sweeter:
Whose sent will savour to Times latest howres,
And for the greatest Prince no Poesie meeter.
Now comes thy Helicon, to make compleate
And furnish up thy last impos'd designe:
My paines heerein, I cannot terme it great,
But what-so-ere, my love (and all) is thine.
Take love, take paines, take all remaines in me:
And where thou art, my heart still lives with thee.