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To the Same.
Had golden Homer, and great Maro keptIn envious silence their admired measures,
A thousand Worthies worthy deeds had slept.
They, rest of praise, and wee of learned pleasures.
But (O!) what rich incomparable treasures
Had the world wanted, had this modern glory,
Divine du Bartas, hid his heauenly ceasures,
Singing the mighty World's immortall story?
O then how deeply is our Ile beholding
To Chapman, and to Phaer! but, yet much more
To thee (dear Sylvester) for thus vnfolding
These holy wonders, hid from vs before.
Those works profound, are yet profane; but thine,
Graue, learned, deep, delightfull, and diuine.
R. N.
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