In pride of Wit, when high desire of Fame,
Gaue Life and Courage to my lab’ring Pen,
And first the sound and vertue of my Name
Wonne grace and credit in the Eares of Men;
With those the thronged Theaters that presse,
I in the Circuit for the Lawrell stroue:
Where, the full Prayse I freely must confesse,
In heat of Bloud, a modest Mind might moue.
With Showts and Claps at eu’ry little pawse,
When the proud Round on eu’ry side hath rung,
Sadly I sit, vnmou’d with the Applause,
As though to me it nothing did belong:
No publike Glorie vainely I pursue,
All that I seeke, is to eternize you.