SONET TO THE ONELY ROYAL POET.
Where shall the limits lye of all your fame?
Where shall the borders be of your renowne?
In East? or where the Sunne again goeth down?
Or shall the fixed Poles impale the same?
Where shall the pillars which your praise proclame
Or Trophees stand, of that exspected crowne?
The Monarch first, of that triumphant towne
Reuiues in you, by you renewes his name,
For that which he performd in battels bold,
To vs his bookes with wonders doth vnfold.
So we of you far more conceaue in minde,
As by your verse we plainlie (Sir) may see.
You shall the writer and the worker be,
For to absolue that CÆSAR left behinde.
M. W. FOVLER. Musa Cælo beat.
