My youthes unvalued treasure, lent
To traffique for Cœlestiall joyes?
My unripe yeares pursuing toyes;
Judging things best that were most gay
Fled unobserv'd away.
Growne elder I admired
Our Poets as from heaven inspired
What Obeliskes decreed I fit
For Spencers Art, and Sydnyes wit?
But waxing sober soone I found