So I (perhaps) may light upon some straine,
Which may in this your good opinion gaine;
And howsoever, if it be a plot,
You may be certaine that in this, y'have got
A foyle to set your Jewell off, which comes
From Madagascar, scenting of rich gummes;
Before the which, my lay conceits will smell,
Like an abortive Chick, destroy'd i'th shell:
Yet something I must say, may it prove fit;
I'le doe the best I can; and this is it.
Which may in this your good opinion gaine;
And howsoever, if it be a plot,
You may be certaine that in this, y'have got
A foyle to set your Jewell off, which comes
From Madagascar, scenting of rich gummes;
Before the which, my lay conceits will smell,
Like an abortive Chick, destroy'd i'th shell:
Yet something I must say, may it prove fit;
I'le doe the best I can; and this is it.
What lofty fancie was't possest your braine,
And caus'd you soare into so high a straine!
Did all the Muses joyne, to make this Peece
Excell what wee have had, from Romo, or Greece?
Or did you strive, to leave it as a Friend
To speake your prayses, when there is an end
Of your mortalitie? If you did so,
En•y will then, scarce finde you out a Foe:
But let me tell you (Friend) the heightning came,
From the reflection of Prince Rupert's name;
Whose glorious Genius cast into your soule,
Divine conceits, such as are fit t'inroule,
And caus'd you soare into so high a straine!
Did all the Muses joyne, to make this Peece
Excell what wee have had, from Romo, or Greece?
Or did you strive, to leave it as a Friend
To speake your prayses, when there is an end
Of your mortalitie? If you did so,
En•y will then, scarce finde you out a Foe:
But let me tell you (Friend) the heightning came,
From the reflection of Prince Rupert's name;
Whose glorious Genius cast into your soule,
Divine conceits, such as are fit t'inroule,
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