And would convey such errands to their eare,
That Ladies knew no oddes to grant and heare;
But I do wrong thee, Donne, and this low praise
50Is written onely for thy yonger dayes.
I am not growne up, for thy riper parts,
Then should I praise thee, through the Tongues, and Arts,
And have that deepe Divinity, to know,
What mysteries did from thy preaching flow,
55Who with thy words could charme thy audience,