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In poesem Encomion.

Should Hybles sacred art of poesie,
Leese her horizon in the throne of heauen,
Since it hath beene profest by deitie,
Vnto the muses in Pernassus giuen,
A place frequented on each Satyres euen,
Where Satyres danc't & Syluanes in their order,
With all the rites that Hymen could afford her.
Then thou thrice blest profession, which remaines
A solace to the minde, the earths content,
That doubles our night tasks with treble gaines,
Affording vse of louers complement,
The load-starre which directs our regiment,
Neither shall pleasure profit or delight,
Depriue me the fruition of thy sight.