Fresh water at the Heliconian spring;
I sing not, Siren like, to tempt; for I
10Am harsh; nor as those Scismatiques with you,
Which draw all wits of good hope to their crew;
But seeing in you bright sparkes of Poetry,
I, though I brought no fuell, had desire
With these Articulate blasts to blow the fire.
To Mr S. B. O'F: To M. S. B. 1633-69, A18, N, TCC, TCD, W
10 harsh; 1650-69: harsh, 1633-39
12 seeing] seing 1633: seene TCD, W: seeme TCC