So much a Stranger my Severer Muse Is not to Love-strains, or a Shepwards Reed, But that She knows some Rites of Phoebus dues, Of Pan, of Pallas, and hir Sisters meed. Read and Commend She durst these tun'd Essaies Of him that loves her (Shee hath ever found Hir studies as one Circle.) Next She prayes His Readers be with Rose and Myrtle crown'd! No Willow touch them! As His Baies are free From wrong of Bolts, so may their Chaplets bee!
