The nightingale vvarbling forth her owne disaster; or The rape of Philomela. Newly written in English verse, by Martin Parker.

To his ingenious friend M.P. Author of this Poem.

I Often have admir'd thy fluent veine, Composing things of an inferiour straine; But neither I nor any man could looke, For such a piece from thee, as this thy booke. Wert thou a scholler then 'twere no rare newes, But being none can any Reader chuse But wonder at thy smooth and haughty stile? Were I not sure thou didst this worke compile, I'd not beleev't; tush, common sense doth show it, Tis wit not learning, that can make a Poet. Proceed with boldnesse then, and let men see, The Aganippean well doth spring in thee.

Da. Price.