POESIE.

All art is learned by art, this art alone

It is a heavenly gift, no flesh nor bone

Can praise the honey we from Pind distil,

Except with holy fire his breast we fill.

From that spring flows, that men of special chose

Consum'd in learning and perfect in prose;

For to make verse in vain does travel take,

When as a prentice fairer words will make.