Most worthy Sir, I send to you;
To read them be not weary!
They may become John Hewes his lyre,
Which oft, at Polesworth,[12] by the fire,
Hath made us gravely merry.
Believe it, he must have the trick
Of Ryming, with Invention quick,
That should do Lyrics well:
But how I have done in this kind,
Though in myself I cannot find,