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I seeme like Cynthia while thou shines I sweare,
I am mistun'd whairas Thou sweetely sings,
And barren too, whair Thou begins to beare,
Whose Rustick Muse bot Bastard brats forth brings:
Yet what I can, Ile doe it in thy sight,
Wart but to len, a luster to thy light.

I will not prease, to pratle of thy praise,
Thy worke bears witnesse of thy wondrous worth,
Bot while I liue and when I end my daies
J most intreat thy fauour this farre forth:
About thy Garden place me neere hand by,
That J may smell thy floures whair eu'r J lye.

So shall I rest contented Jn thy fauor,
Grac'd, while J grow, In such a glorious Ground,
Whair Vertue, Wit, and worth so sweetly sauour,
Whair Eloquence and Art so much Abound:
Whair I shall proue part of thy sweet Reposes,
Surpassing sugred Myrrh and musced Roses.

Anonimos.

[As Beautie still desires to be in sight]

As Beautie still desires to be in sight,
Of saddest Sable and mishapen Statures,
The more to grace thair admirable light,
By the default of such deformed Creatures:
As Cynthya be day can giue no glance
While bright Apollo showes his Radiance.

So gratious Gardyne wonder of thy Age,
Thou gains a world of praise for euerie verse,

Thy Countries honour thus thou does agraige,
All Nations thy, Jnuentions sall rehearse:
Poore pettie Poems now your heads goe hide,
While greater light here stains your glistring pride.

Ane light that showes be shining euery whair,
What Lamps are lost in British learned brains,
For lack of Patrons to maintain the rair,
And royall spirits that the Earth retaines:
Liue Gardine then, and loue thy Patron best.
Ile praise you both, and pray for all the rest.

P. G.

[With Pyrameids, of Poliz'd Porphir proud]

With Pyrameids, of Poliz'd Porphir proud,
Great Princes Toumbs, are beautified we see,
And with the gold of Ophyr fortunes Good,
Their palaces stand poynting at the skie:
Thus while they liue their glorie they maintaine,
Thus while they die, they make it liue againe.

Yet all that life, is bot a liuing Death,
And all this death, a dying life, and All,
Their Trains, and honours, that attend their breath,
Are but Rich marks, ye more to frame their fall,
And after life, that painted honours stone,
With flying Time, consumed is and done.

Liue than, that life, come not vnto decay,
And if it come, yet that it shall nought die,
Into this Garden gather vp thou may
How still thy Name, may still eternall be:
For be those fruites of Alexanders lore,
Thou dies in Vertue for to line in Gloir.

Mx. W. Bar.

SONET.

[Two sorts of men be bound to loue thy lyns]

Two sorts of men be bound to loue thy lyns,
Two sorts therefore aught to proclame thy Praise,
Thir sev'rall sorts, them selues shows and defines.
The Dead, and als the Living in their daies,
The Dead they should ascent to thy Assayes
Since by thy Lines, Resussitat and sure,
Their Fame revived, and immortall stayes,
And by thy Deed, eternall shall indure.
The Living too, vnlesse they thee injure,
Into whose praise, thy Poesies thou pend,
Should in Thy Cause, at Criticks hands procure,
And spair no pains, thy Fame for to defend:
Wherefore I judge, (and justlie) all ingins,
Aliue and Dead, be bound to loue thy lines.

[Greene Garden great, and gallant is thy glore]

Greene Garden great, and gallant is thy glore,
And happie thou, that such a troup contains,
A comelie Court, a rich and stable store,
Hem'd here within thy heavenlie hedge remains:
Great Delius, dishanting Parnass vses,
And with him all, these Maids admir'd the Muses.

That tripill Tryn haue here transferd their seat,
And here Apollo hes his Palion pitcht,
Whereby no Wene, Invention nor conceat,
Is not thy Muse attempted not, nor toucht:
Wherefore J think condinglie thou may clame
One leafe out of the Lawrell Diademe.

Since in thy Breast boyls those inspiring springs,
From whence does flow that liuelie liquor sweet:
Wherein Thou baths thy Virgin Muses wings,
And at thy pleasure in those fonts does fleet:
From whence thy Muse exceeding store extracts,
That through the Mundan Map thee famous maks.

W. T.

[In Good or Bad, the worke bewrays the Man]

In Good or Bad, the worke bewrays the Man,
And by the frute we clearlie know the Tree,
How cunning and, how great a Gardner than
Declares thy gallant Garden thee to bee?
For therein thou maks blind and sensles see,
Thy worthie worke, vnto my selfe a sight,
That stupefacts my sense, delud's my eie,
And yet it lens vnto my life a light:
For while with Reason I doe reckon Right,
And see such store doe from one stock Proceed,
Frutes fresh and fair, diverslie drest and dight,
Yet discrepant in sapor, shape and seed:
I must say then, thou by a thousand wayes,
Thy practise and Poetick powre displayes.

Mr. I. Lest.

[Whose pleasure is into his Paradise]

Whose pleasure is into his Paradise,
And Adam like his Eden hath advisd,
Relent thy course by Gardens graue advise,
Whose Muse divine this sweetest Subject chusd,
Inspir'd hereby, he hes profoundly infusd,
Rare Recipies thy Soule for to renew,
Read with remorse, and rightlie if thou vse,
Thou shall rejoce, that in our Ground there grew
A Garden whence springs Cedars to subdew:
Soule-killing soars resulting from thy sin,
Then wandring worldling, hold this in thy view,
Lest if thou stray, thou enter not therein
This Gardens-flowrs: had Alexander seene,
His heart had not halfe so ambitious beene.

Alex. Ste.