Classic Poem

To the generous Maister in Musicke, Mr. Henry Oxford.

Not for thy person, nor parts musicall,
Do I applaud thee (though all pleasing bee)
But for the small esteeme thou makst of all;
For which Ile stretch my lines to honor thee.
Some haue but musicke somewhat past the meane
Yet are so treble proud of it, that they
At no request will act in Musickes sceane;
These become better with their sweetest play:
But like a free-spirit (thereby winning harts)
Thou art not dainty of thy dainty parts