ELEGIA 14Ad Venerem, quod elegis finem imponat
Tender loves Mother a new Poet get,
This last end to my Elegies is set,
Which I Pelignis foster-child have framde,
(Nor am I by such wanton toyes defamde)
Heire of an antient house, if helpe that can,
Not onely by warres rage made Gentleman.
In Virgil Mantua joyes: in Catul Verone,
of me Pelignis nation boasts alone,
Whom liberty to honest armes compeld,
When carefull Rome in doubt their prowesse held.
And some guest viewing watry Sulmoes walles,
Where little ground to be inclosd befalles,
How such a Poet could you bring forth, sayes,
How small so ere, lie you for greatest praise.
Both loves to whom my heart long time did yeeld,
Your golden ensignes plucke out of my field,
Homed Bacchus graver furie doth distill,
A greater ground with great horse is to till.
Weake Elegies, delightfull Muse farewell;
A worke, that after my death, heere shall dwell