If ever I did drink, or taste one drop Of Hellicon, or coveted the top Of craggy cliv'd Parnassus, if that I Did ever pipe or sing harmoniously, Then let my censure find a free accesse To those that make thee more, making thee lesse: I say thy Lines are fluent, and thy Layes (I do avowch't, not partiall in my praise) [Some Cockle cast away] are such to mee, That when I read 'em, I'me in Love with thee, And sighing say, had this man Learning known, (Who hath in quaint a Genius of his own) Great Ben had crept to's Urne without a Name, And Taylor solely slept i' th' house of Fame.
