Here’s none, of all, your grace refuses,
You are most welcome to our Muses.
Although we have no bells to jangle,
Yet can we shew a fair quadrangle,
Which, though it ne’re was grac’d with king,
Yet sure it is a goodly thing:
My warning’s short, no more I’le say,
Soon you shall see a gallant play.
But nothing was so much admir’d,
As were their plays so well attir’d;