Sonnet, IIII.

COme from the Muses well Minerua,
Come and bring a Coronet:
To crowne his head, that doth deserue,
A greater gift than Colinet.


Come from Bacchus bowre Silenus,
Come and bring some good-ale grout:
For to sprinckle Vino-plenus:
All his foolish face about.


Come thou hither sweete Amyntas
All on a siluer sounding Swanne:
Come and teach this fond A-mint-Asse,
Leaue the game as hee began.


Come thou hither my friend so pretty,
All riding on a Hobby-Horse:
Either make thy selfe more witty:
Or againe renew thy force:
Come and decke his browes with baies,
That deserues immortall praise.
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