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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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To my friend Iohn Taylor.
  
  
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To my friend Iohn Taylor.

Row on (good Water-man) and looke back still,
(Thus as thou dost) vpon the Muses Hill,
To guide thee in thy course: Thy Boate's a sphære
Where thine Vrania moues diuinely-cleare.
Well hast thou pli'd and (with thy learned Oare)
Cut through a Riner, to a nobler shore,
Then euer any landed-at. Thy saile,
(Made all of clowdes) swels with a prosp'rous gale.
Some say, there is a Ferriman of Hell,
The Ferriman of Heau'n, I now know well,
And that's thy selfe, transporting soules to Blisse.
Vrania sits at Helme and Pilot is;
For Thames, thou hast the lactea via found,
Be thou with baies (as that with stars is) crownd.
Thomas Dekker.