I. Sonnet Poem by William Fowler

When as my minde exemed was from caire,
Among the Nymphis my self I did repose:
Where I gaue eare to one, who did prepaire
Her sugred voice this sequele to disclose.
Conveine your selfs (ô sisters) doe not lose
This passing tyme which hasteth fast away:
And thow who wrytes in stately verse and prose,
This glorious Kings immortall gloire display.
Tell how he doeth in tender yearis essay
Aboue his age with skill our arts to blaise.
Tell how he doeth with gratitude repay
The crowne he wan for his deserued praise.
Tell how of Ioue, of Mars, but more of God.
The gloire and grace he hath proclaimed abrod.