Sic vtile dulci

THE Spartan virgines, ere they had composed;
Theire Girlonds, of the fairest flowers to sight:
The wholesom'st herbes, they heere withall inclosed,
And so their heades, full iollily they dight,
In memorie of that same leach they wright:
Who first brought simples, and their vse to light.

So ye braue Lord, who like the heavenly Sphaere,
Delight in motion, and aboute to roame:
Must learne to mixe in travaile farre and neere,
With pleasure profite, that returning home;
Your skill, and Iudgment, more may make you knowen
Then your French suite, or locke so largly growen.

For who's he, that's not ravisht with delight,
Farre Countries, Courtes, and Cities, straung to see;
To haue old Rome, presented to his sight:
Troy-walls, or Virgils sweete Parthenope.
Yet nothing worth, vnles ye herewith find,
The fruites of skill, and bettering of your mind.