None other fame myne vnambitious Muse,
Affected euer but t’eternize thee:
All other honours doe my hopes refuse,
Which meaner priz’d and momentarie bee.
For God forbid I should my papers blot,
With mercynary lines, with seruile pen:
Praising vertues in them that haue them not,
Basely attending on the hopes of men.
No no my verse respects nor Thames nor Theaters,
Nor seekes it to be knowne vnto the Great:
But Auon rich in fame, though poore in waters,
Shall haue my song, where Delia hath her seate.
Auon shall be my Thames, and she my Song;
Ile sound her name the Ryuer all along.