Sonnet 25 (Sonnet 25)

O Whie should nature niggardly restraine.
The Southerne nations rellish not our tongue,
Else should my lines glide on the waues of R…,
And crowne the Pirens with my liuing song;
But bounded thus to Scotland get you forth,
Thence take you wing vnto the Orcades,
There let my verse get glorie in the north,
Making my sighs to thawe the frozen seas,
And let the Bards within that Irish ile,
To whome my Muse with firi… wings shall passe,
Call backe the stiffe neckt rebells from exile,
And mollifie the slaughtring Galliglasse;
And when my flowing numbers they reherse,
Let wolues and beares be charmed with my verse.