Michael Drayton

George Wither, in Book Two, Satire Two of Abuses Stript and Whipt (1613); British Bibliographer 1 (1810) 7.

O Daniell, Drayton, Jonson, Chapman, how
I long to see you with your fellow Peers;
Sylvester matchless, glory of these years;
I hitherto have only heard your fames;
And know you yet but by your works and names:
The little time I yet on earth have spent,
Would not allow me any more content.
I long to know you better; that's the truth;
I am in hope you'll not disdain my youth.
For know, you Muses darlings, I'll not crave
A fellowship amongst you for to have:
O no! for though my ever willing heart
Have vow'd to love and praise you and your art,
And though that I your style do now assume,
I do not, nor I will not so presume;
I claim not that too worthy name of poet;
It is not yet deserv'd by me, I know it:
Grant me I may but on your Muses tend,
And be enroll'd their servant, and their friend;
And if desert hereafter worthy make me,
Then for a Fellow, if it please you, take me.