I hate the name, and therefore freely give
My verdict thus as may have power to live
'Gainst calumny. If wit and learning may
Pass with applause, the author hath the day.
Crown'd be those brows with everlasting bays,
Whose worth a pattern is to future days.
'Tis not a poem dropp'd from strength of grape.
20That's debtor to the wine's inspiring sap,
He to himself alone. Cease urging, earth,
The father well deserve so fair a birth.