For my invention by your worth was ray'd,
My fancy rais'd, enliv'ned, and inspir'd,
That my quick muse my agile hand has tir'd,
Nay, more, methinks I might unchidden call
40You subject-object of this poem all;
And all in this acknowledgement may trim
You pros'd this poem but 'twas vers'd by him
Who styles himself your servant,
N. W.
To Sra Inconstanza Bellarizza.] Who she was is a question much less answerable than 'Whose Song the Sirens sang?'