Classic Poem

SAT. VIII.

Hence ye profane: mell not with holy things
That Sion muse from Palestina brings.
Parnassus is transform'd to Sion hill,
And Iu'ry-palmes her steep ascents done fill.
Now good Saint Peter weeps pure Helicon ,
And both the Maries make a Musick mone:
Yea and the Prophet of heauenly Lyre,
Great Salomon , sings in the English Quire,
And is become a newfound 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 far-admired skill,
Be straight transported from Ierusalem ,
Vnto the holy house of Betleem .