III. To mine honest as loving Friend, Mr. Michael Drayton. Michael, where art thou? what's become of thee? Have the Nine Wenches stol'n thee from thyself? Or from their conversation dost thou flee, Sith they are rich in science, not in pelf? To girls so graceful in the heart and face, IV. To the truly noble Lord, deservedly al-be-loved, the Lord North. Most noble Lord, that truest worthiness Which in thy nature and thy carriage shines, When most she reigns in height of happiness; All wholly noble, as thus fix'd shall be, On Fame's wings when she past herself doth flee. V. To the most judicious and excellent Lyric Poet, Doctor Cam pion.* Upon myself I should just vengeance take, Tho. Campion. See Excerpta Tudoriana. Whose lines and notes do lullaby awake In heavens of pleasure, these unpleasant times, And both so well, that thou well both dost please, VI. To the right well deserving Mr. Matthew Royden. To call thee loudly to attend on grace, That leads to glory those that Art do grace. VII. To my kind friend Mr. Charles Best.* Charles, thou hast law, and thou hast conscience too; But if thou wilt be mute among thy letters, * The same probably who was a contributor to Davison's Poetical Rhapsody VIII. To the well-deserving Mr. John Fletcher. Love lies a bleeding, if it should not prove IX. To the wittily pleasant Sir J. H.* In Martial's time a pleasant poet liv'd, Height Canius, whose spirit doth haunt me still : If merry Martial be from death repriev'd By thy mad Muse, Canius, reprieve I will: If thou be Martial, and I Canius be, Then all the world will laugh at thee and me. X. To our English Terence, Mr. William Shake-spere. Some say, good Will, which I'in sport do sing, Hadst thou not play'd some Kingly parts in sport, Thou hadst been a companion for a King; And been a King among the meaner sort. And honesty thou sow'st, which they do reap; * Sir John Harington. XI. To my well-accomplished friend Mr. Ben Jonson. I love thy parts; so, must I love thy whole; Then still be whole in thy beloved parts: Such censurers may have: but if thou be XII. To my honoured friend, John Murray,* Esq. brother to Sir James, &c. Murray, I muse which colours I should use To paint thy nature out, and deck thy name: When I bethink me of thy Phonix Muse, I fear all colours will be found to blame. That richest words by rhetoricians us'd, To make self-fairness foul, and foulness fair. * Cousin to the Author of Sophonisba and Cælia, 1611. T. P. XIII. To mine honoured friend, Sir James Murray,* Kt. Thou being Brother of my best-belov'd, I must for that, and for thyself beside, Rank thee among mine honour'd friends approv'd, Your brain-pan, fill'd with air, ere art ye knew: XIV. To my worthily disposed friend, Mr. Sam. Daniell. I hear thy Muse in Court doth travell now : Art speed her feet, and grace there speed her plough. If they come short, then gain by other drifts, The more thou getst, the more it's like thy gifts. If yet too short, to add another size, Get one foot's length, thou by thy feet shalt rise, XV. To my worthily beloved Mr. William Alexander of Menstric. Great Alexander, whose successful sword Made him a God with men, achiev'd no more Author of a Poem on Prince Henry. +Kd. 1613. Afterwards Earl of Stirling. |