Some may occasion snatch to carpe,
Sayeing that I have sung to Nero’s Harpe,
And therefore am for Davids most unfitt,
Which piety requires, as well as witt:
But thus, I my defence prepare,
Sheweing how I have travell’d farre,
And by the streames of Babylon have sate,
Where I deplor’d my sad, and wretched state;
Upon a willow there I hung
That Harp, to which I whilome sung:
This Tree, which neither blossomes yeldes, nor fruite,
Did with this instrument unhappy sute:
There let it hang, consume, and rotte
Since I a better Harpe have gott,
Which doth in worth as farre surpasse the other,
As Abel in devotion, did his brother.
(Ralph Knevet)
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