Classic Poem

Go seek my friend and, if his cares permit,
Give him this book whatever be its worth;
Some it must have, for he hath part in it,
And let his taste refine my simpler mirth;
Go then my verse and, if he smile on thee,
Seek that protection I have known of yore;
Such passion for my merry muse hath he
That I myself could hardly love her more.
Needst thou a patron mighty to defend
If spite assail thee? Go and seek my friend.