Since to th' Country first I came, I have lost my former flame: And, methinks, I not inherit, As I did, my ravisht spirit. If I write a Verse, or two, 'Tis with very much ado; In regard I want that Wine, Which sho'd conjure up a line. Yet, though now of Muse bereft I have still the manners left For to thanke you (Noble Sir) For those gifts you do conferre Upon him, who only can Be in Prose a gratefull man. |