All hail eke unto thee that didst translate My loved LUCAN into thine own tongue, And what he could not finish snatcht by fate, Thou hast compleated his ingenuous song Thy Fame with his shal nere be out of date Nor shal base Momus carps thy glory wrong, But of mine own tree, Ile a garland frame For thee, and mongst my Prophets rank thy name.
