To My Noble Kinsman Thomas Stanley, Esq. On His Lyrick Poem
What means this stately tablature,
The ballance of thy streins,
Which seems, in stead of sifting pure,
T' extend and rack thy veins?
Thy Odes first their own harmony did break:
For singing, troth, is but in tune to speak.
Nor trus thy golden feet and wings.
It may be thought false melody