Silvester, Bartas, whose translatique part
Twinn’d, or was elder to our Laureat:
Divine composing Quarles, whose lines aspire
The April of all Poesy in May, [Tho. May.]
Who makes our English speak Pharsalia;
Sands metamorphos’d so into another [Sandys]
We know not Sands and Ovid from each other;
He that so well on Scotus play’d the Man,
The famous Diggs, or Leonard Claudian;
The pithy Daniel, whose salt lines afford