Choyce Drollery: Songs and Sonnets / Being a Collection of Divers Excellent Pieces of Poetry, of Several Eminent Authors.

by Unknown

It was my error, and not his.

This onely boon of thee I crave,

To fix these lines upon my grave,

With Icarus I soare[d] too high,

For which (alas) I fall and dye.

On the TIME-POETS.

One night the great Apollo pleas’d with Ben,

Made the odde number of the Muses ten;