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SONNET.
The mightie Father of the Muses nyne Who mounted thame vpon Parnassus hill, Where Phoebus faire amidd these Sisters syne With learned toung satt teaching euer still, Of late yon God declared his woundrous will, That Vranie should teach this Prince most rare: Syne she informed her scholler with such skill, None could with him in Poesie compaire. Lo, heir the fructis, Nymphe, of thy foster faire, Lo heir (ô noble Ioue) thy will is done, Her charge compleit, as deid doth now declaire. This work will witnesse, she obeyed the sone. O Phoebus then reioyce with glauncing glore, Since that a King doth all thy court decore.M. VV.