Lies the subject of all verse,

Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother;

Death, ere thou hast slain another,

Learn'd and fair and good as she,

Time shall throw a dart at thee.

THE THANKLESS MUSE.

[From The Poetaster.]

O this would make a learned and liberal soul

To rive his stainéd quill up to the back,

And damn his long-watched labours to the fire—