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THE glorious Grekis in stately style do blaise The lawde, the conqurour gaue their Homer olde: The verses Caesar song in Maroes praise, The Romanis in remembrance depe haue rolde. Ye Thespian Nymphes, that suppe the Nectar colde, That from Parnassis forked topp doth fall, What Alexander or Augustus bolde, May sound his fame, whose vertewes pass them all? O Phoebus, for thy help, heir might I call, And on Minerue, and Maias learned sonne: But since I know, none was, none is, nor shall, Can rightly ring the fame that he hath wonne, Then stay your trauels, lay your pennis adowne, For Caesars works, shall iustly Caesar crowne.R. H.