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To M. Michaell Drayton.
WHat ornament might I deuise to fit
Th'aspiring height of thy admired spirit?
Or what faire Garland worthy is to sit
On thy blest browes, that compasse in all merit?
Thou shalt not crowned be with common Bayes,
Because for thee it is a crowne too low,
Apolloes tree can yeeld thee simple praise,
It is too dull a vesture for thy brow;
But with a wreathe of starres shalt thou be crown'd,
VVhich when thy working temples do sustaine,
VVill like the Spheares be euer moouing round,
After the royall musicke of thy braine:
Thy skill doth equall Phoebus, not thy birth,
He to heauen giues musicke, thou to earth.
Thomas Greene.