The second part, or a continuance of Poly-Olbion from the eighteenth song Containing all the tracts, riuers, mountaines, and forrests: intermixed with the most remarkable stories, antiquities, wonders, rarities, pleasures, and commodities of the east, and northerne parts of this isle, lying betwixt the two famous riuers of Thames, and Tweed. By Michael Drayton, Esq.

To my Worthy Friend MICHAEL DRAYTON, Esquire. An Acrosticke Sonnet vpon his Name.

MVst Albion thus bee Stellified by thee, In her full pompe, that her the world may praise, Cheerefull, Braue Isle, yea shall I liue to see Him thus to decke, and crowne thy Front with Bayes, And shall I not in Zeale, and Merit too Expresse to thee my Ioy, my Thankes to him; Lesse (sure) then this I may not, will not doe. Drayton, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 still Parnassus thou doest clime, Right like thy selfe, whose Heauen-inspired Muse, As doth the Phenix still her selfe renewing, Yee into other the like life infuse; Thou his rich Subiect, he thy Fame pursuing. Ohadst thou lou'd him, as 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thee hath done, No Land such Honor, (to all times) had wonne.

IOHN REYNOLDS.