Canzon 1. Lulled in a heavenly Charm of pleasing Passions

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LULLED in a heavenly Charm of pleasing Passions;

Many their well-thewed rhymes do fair attemper

Unto their Amours! while another fashions

Love to his lines, and he on Fame doth venture!

And some again, in mercenary writ,

Belch forth Desire, making Reward their mistress!

And though it chance some LAIS patron it,

At least, they sell her praises to the press!

The Muses’ Nurse, I read, is EUPHEMIE;

And who but Honour makes his lines’ reward,

Comes not, by my consent, within my pedigree!

’Mongst true-born sons, inherit may no bastard!

All in the humble accent of my Muse;

Whose wing may not aspire the pitch of Fame,

My griefs I here untomb! Sweet! them peruse!

Though low he fly, yet Honour is his game,

All while my pen quests on ZEPHERIA’s name:

Whom, when it sprung thy wing, did thee relieve;

Now flown to mark, thus doth Desire thee retrieve!