Teach them how neere to God, while just they be;
But how dissolved, stretcht forth to Tyrannie.
How Kingdomes, in their channell, safely run,
But rudely overflowing are undone.
Though vulgar spirits Poets scorne or hate;
Man may beget, A Poet can create_.

WILL. HABINGTON.


Upon Master FLETCHERS Dramaticall Workes.

_What? now the Stage is down, darst thou appeare
Bold_ FLETC[H]ER _in this tottr'ing Hemisphear?
Yes;_Poets are like Palmes which, the more weight
You cast upon them, grow more strong & streight,
'Tis not _love's_ Thunderbolt, nor _Mars_ his Speare,
Or _Neptune's_ angry Trident, Poets fear.
_Had now grim_ BEN _bin breathing, 'with what rage,
And high-swolne fury had Hee lash'd this age_,
SHAKESPEARE _with_ CHAPMAN _had grown madd, and torn
Their gentle_ Sock, _and lofty_ Buskins _worne,
To make their Muse welter up to the chin
In blood; of_ faigned _Scenes no need had bin_,
England _like_ Lucians _Eagle with an Arrow_
Of her owne Plumes piercing her heart quite thorow,
Had bin a Theater and subject fit
To exercise in_ real _truth's their wit:
Tet none like high-wing'd_ FLETCHER _had bin found
This Eagles tragick-destiny to sound,