And meets, a noble praise in every line;
What should I adde in honour? to reherse,
Admired Cleveland? by a verse of mine?
Or give ye glorious Muse of Denham praise?
Soe withering Brambles stand, to liveing Bayes.
These may suffice; not only to advance
Our English honour, but for ever crowne
Poesie, ’bove the reach of Ignorance;
Our dull fooles unmov’d, admire their owne
Stupiditie; and all beyond their sphere