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To his Honour'd Friend M. E. E. on his Incomparable Poems.

Now Helicon runs Holy-water, and
Parnassus is Mount Sion, on each hand
Muses with graces are enamell'd, see
Wit and Devotion wedded (Friend) by Thee.
Thy Blossoms are Ripe Fruits, which do invite
Our Eyes both unto Profit and Delight.
The Mint's thy own: sure then there can't appear
Adulterate Coyn, which doth thy Image bear.
Profit hence Momus, yet Carp at this Deed,
Your Envious Teeth bite that on which you Feed.
Allegiance sayes these Verses (Sir) are due:
Our Muses dutifully wait on you
Your Muse i'th'Throne as Queen of Wit we see:
Let ours, Attendants, Maids of Honour be.
T. Tomkins, A. B. è Coll. Bal.