To Mr. H. Lawes, On His Airs
Harry, whose tuneful and well-measured song
Words with just note and accent, not to scan
With Midas’ ears, committing short and long,
Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng,
With praise enough for Envy to look wan;
To after-age thou shalt be writ the man
That with smooth air couldst humor best our tongue.
Thou honor’st Verse, and Verse must lend her wing
To honor thee, the priest of Phœbus’ choir,
That tun’st their happiest lines in hymn or story.
Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher
Than his Casella, whom he wooed to sing,
Met in the milder shades of Purgatory.
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