An Acrostick to Mistris Elizabeth Corbet

EXpresse your worth I cannot, loveliest friend,
Let those attempt it, whose rare wits ascend
In righter lines above the vulgar spheare;
So (as your forme is) may your fame be cleare,
And all the wandering Starres in beauties skie
Be but as clouds beneath your Galaxy.
Egregious Nymph! whose excellence refines
These drossie fancies, and these weaker lines
Helps to corroborate; if wishes could
Crowne merits, yours were precious stones and gold.
O! could I on a loftier Muses wings
Raise high my straines above terrestriall things,
Bearing the golden treasure of your name
(Endear'd to Vertue) to the starry frame,
Then should you Phoebe see (in honours show)
To plucke her hornes in, and her Orbe forgoe.