My unwilling farewell to POETRIE

Adue thou two topt Clowde surmounting Mount,
Adue thou sacred sweet Pegasean fount,
Adue you rarest Sisters, three times three,
Take all in generall this farewell of mee.
Full low (alas) lies good Mecaenas head,
And Bounty from the mizer world is fled.
I find the Thames can yeeld me more (by proofe)
Then can the Well made with the Horses hoose:
Then since tis so that Poets must be poore
(For any thing I know) Ile verse no more,
And therefore to Conclude, let all men know
Ile cease to write, and fall againe to Rome.