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And why not I as hee	A
That's greatest if as free	A
In sundry strains that striue	A
Since there so many be	A
Th' old Lyrick kind reuiue	A
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I will yea and I may	B
Who shall oppose my way	B
For what is he alone	C
That of himselfe can say	B
Hee's Heire of Helicon	D
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APOLLO and the Nine	E
Forbid no Man their Shrine	E
That commeth with hands pure	A
Else be they so diuine	E
They will not him indure	A
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For they be such coy Things	F
That they care not for Kings	F
And dare let them know it	G
Nor may he touch their Springs	F
That is not borne a Poet	H
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The Phocean it did proue	A
Whom when foule Lust did moue	B
Those Mayds vnchast to make	I
Fell as with them he stroue	A
His Neck and iustly brake	I
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That instrument ne'r heard	J
Strooke by the skilfull Bard	K
It strongly to awake	I
But it th' infernalls skard	K
And made Olympus quake	I
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As those Prophetike strings	F
Whose sounds with fiery Wings	F
Draue Fiends from their abode	K
Touch'd by the best of Kings	F
That sang the holy Ode	K
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So his which Women slue	L
And it int' Hebrus threw	A
Such sounds yet forth it sent	K
The Bankes to weepe that drue	A
As downe the streame it went	K
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That by the Tortoyse shell	L
To MAYAS Sonne it fell	L
The most thereof not doubt	K
But sure some Power did dwell	L
In Him who found it out	K
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The Wildest of the field	K
And Ayre with Riuers t' yeeld	K
Which mou'd that sturdy Glebes	F
And massie Oakes could weeld	K
To rayse the pyles of Thebes	F
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And diuersly though Strung	M
So anciently We sung	M
To it that Now scarce knowne	E
If first it did belong	N
To Greece or if our Owne	E
	-
The Druydes imbrew'd	K
With Gore on Altars rude	K
With Sacrifices crown'd	K
In hollow Woods bedew'd	K
Ador'd the Trembling sound	K
	-
Though wee be All to seeke	N
Of PINDAR that Great Greeke	N
To Finger it aright	K
The Soule with power to strike	N
His hand retayn'd such Might	K
	-
Or him that Rome did grace	F
Whose Ayres we all imbrace	F
That scarcely found his Peere	A
Nor giueth PHOEBVS place	F
For Strokes diuinely cleere	A
	-
The Irish I admire	A
And still cleaue to that Lyre	A
As our Musike's Mother	A
And thinke till I expire	A
APOLLO'S such another	A
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As Britons that so long	N
Haue held this Antike Song	N
And let all our Carpers	F
Forbeare their fame to wrong	N
Th' are right skilfull Harpers	F
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Southerne I long thee spare	A
Yet wish thee well to fare	A
Who me pleased'st greatly	L
As first therefore more rare	A
Handling thy Harpe neatly	L
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To those that with despight	K
Shall terme these Numbers slight	K
Tell them their Iudgement's blind	K
Much erring from the right	K
It is a Noble kind	K
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Nor is 't the Verse doth make	N
That giueth or doth take	N
'Tis possible to clyme	B
To kindle or to slake	N
Although in SKELTON'S Ryme	B

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