A PANEGYRICKE. 



From him thou cam'st ; as one, in him preserv'd ; 



(By way of Miracle) for this good end, 



As, by thy skill, to have so well deserv'd 



Of all the Kingdome, which it much will mend. 



This praise (perhaps) which thy deserts exact, 

 By Envy will be thought poeticke skill, 

 Playing the Vice, but in a glozing Act, 

 And so wrong Witte to sooth an erring will. 



But yet if Arte should leave true Arte unprais'd, 

 (The only Meed the Time all Arte affords) 

 What Spirit by Art, would then at all be raiz'd 

 (From this Worlds hel) if Art should want good words ? 



Then, be the mouth of Envy wide as Hell 

 Still open in thy spight, yet say I still 

 Thy praise exceeds, because thou dost excell 

 (a] Good In these thy works, that worke Good out of (a) 111. 



Grasse out 

 of ill ground, 



If I be lavish of good-words ; thou art 



As lavish of the good which thou canst do : 



Then, must thy praise be greate-good, like thine Arte, 



That goods thy praisers, and dispraisers too. 



In short (sith on thy praise I long have stood 

 Whereon my verses Feete do freely fall) 

 As thou dost worke by Flouds, so th' art a Floud 

 Of working, running to the Good of all. 



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