The Muses nyne, I thynck their teats
To his sweete lypps did sweetly reatch.
As Plato, in his cradle Nest,
Is saied of Bees to haue bene blest.
So as, by Nature, noe man can,
Wthout rare guyst, prove such a man.
The rare euents that haue bene sence,
O how they call for his defence!
Though many one hath done his parte,
Yett he alone had toucht the harte.