Book I, Satire 8

HEnce ye prophane: mell not with holy things,
That Sion Muse from Palestina brings.
Parnassus is transform'd to Sion-hill,
And Iury-palmes her steepe ascents done fill.
Now good S. Peter weepes pure Helicon,
And both the Maries make a Musicke mone:
Yea and the Prophet of the heauenly Lire,
Great Salomon, sings in the English Quire,
And is become a new found Sonetist,
Singing his loue, the holy spouse of Christ:
Like as she were some light-skirts of the rest,
In mightiest Ink-hornismes he can thither wrest.
Ye Sion Muses shall by my deare will,
For this your zeale, and farre-admired skill,
Be straight transported from Ierusalem,
Vnto the holy house of Bethleem.