Lords of the Worlds great Wast, the Ocean, we
  Whole Forrests send to reign upon the Sea;
  And every Coast may trouble or relieve,
  But none can visit us without our leave;
  Angels and we have this Prerogative,
  That none can at our happy Seat arrive,
  While we descend at pleasure to invade
  The bad with Vengeance, or the good to aid: 
  Our little world the image of the great,
  Like that amidst the boundless Ocean set,
  Of her own growth has all that Nature craves,
  And all that’s rare as Tribute from the waves.
  As AEgypt does not on the Clouds rely,
  But to her Nyle owes more then to the sky;
  So what our Earth, and what our Heaven denies,
  Our ever constant friend, the Sea supplies. 
  The tast of hot Arabia’s Spice we know,
  Free from the Scorching Sun that makes it grow;
  Without the worm, in Persian Silks we shine,
  And without Planting drink of every Vine;
  To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs,
  Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims. 
  Ours is the Harvest where the Indians mow,
  We plough the deep, and reap what others Sow.

I shall only add two lines more of his, quoted by several Authors.

  All that the Angels do above,
  Is that they sing; and that they love.

In sum, this our Poet was not Inferior to Carew, Lovelace, nor any of those who were accounted the brightest Stars in the Firmament of Poetry.

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Sir JOHN DENHAM.

Sir John Denham was a Gentleman, who to his other Honors had this added; that he was one of the Chief of the Delphick Quire, and for his Writings worthy to be Crowned with a wreath of Stars.  The excellency of his Poetry may be seen in his Coopers Hill, which whosoever shall deny, may be accounted no Friends to the Muses:  His Tragedy of the Sophy, is equal to any of the Chiefest Authors, which with his other Works bound together in one Volume, will make his name Famous to all Posterity.

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Sir WILLIAM DAVENANT.

Sir William Davenant, may be accounted one of the Chiefest of Apollo’s Sons, for the great Fluency of his Wit and Fancy:  Especially his Gondibert, the Crown of all his other Writings; to which Mr. Hobbs of Malmsbury wrote a Preface, wherein he extolleth him to the Skyes; wherein no wonder (sayes one) if Compliment and Friendly Compliance do a little biass and over-sway Judgment.  He also wrote a Poem entituled Madagascur, also a Farrago of his Juvenile, and other Miscelaneous Pieces:  But his Chiefest matter was what he wrote for the English Stage, of which was four Comedies, viz. Love and Honour, The Man is the Master; The Platonick Lovers; and The