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27. To the Author [of The Poeticall Essayes, Alexander Craig]
Why thought fond Grece to build a solid fame,On fleeing shades of fables passing vaine?
Why did her selfe-deceauing fansie dreame,
That none but shee, the Muses did maintaine?
She sayd, these sacred Sisters did remaine
Confin'd within a Craig which there did lie,
That great Apollo selfe did not disdaine,
For that rough Palace, to renounce the skie:
That there a Well still drawne, but neuer dry,
Made Lay-men Poets eir they left the place:
But all were ta'ls, which Fame doth now bely,
And builds vp Albions glore, to their disgrace.
Lo here the CRAIGE, whence flow's that sacred Well,
Where Phoebus raigns, where all the Muses dwell.
Ro. Aytone.
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