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OF THIS GARDEN OF THE MUSES
Thou which delight'st to view this goodly plot,
Here take such flowres as best shal serve thy use, Where thou maist find in every curious knot,
Of speciall vertue, and most precious juyce, Set by Apollo in their severall places,
And nourished with his celestiall Beames, And watered by the Muses and the Graces,
With the fresh dew of those Castalian streames. What sente or colour canst thou but devise
That is not here, that may delight the sense?
That in aboundance is not gather'd hence ?
Belvedere; or, The Garden
of the Muses, 1600.
CHOSEN AND EDITED
WITH A FEW NOTES
DAVID M. MAIN
EDITOR OF 'A TREASURY OF ENGLISH SONNETS'
WILLIAM. BLACKWOOD AND SONS
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'UPON A DAY APOLLO MET THE MUSES AND THE GRACES 'IN SWEET SPORT MIXED WITH EARNEST. MEMORY, THE GRAVE AND NOBLE MOTHER OF THE MUSES, WAS PRESENT LIKEWISE. EACH OF THE FOURTEEN SPOKE A LINE OF VERSE. APOLLO BEGAN; THEN EACH OF THE NINE MUSES 6
SANG HER PART; THEN THE THREE GRACES WARBLED EACH 6
IN TURN ; AND FINALLY, A LOW, SWEET STRAIN FROM MEM'ORY MADE A HARMONIOUS CLOSE. THIS WAS THE FIRST SONNET; AND, MINDFUL OF ITS ORIGIN, ALL TRUE POETS TAKE CARE TO BID APOLLO STRIKE THE KEYNOTE FOR THEM WHEN THEY COMPOSE ONE, AND TO LET MEMORY COMPRESS THE PITH AND MARROW OF THE SONNET INTO ITS LAST LINE.'-A Talk about Sonnets.