Classic Poem

To myne ingenious and learnedly gamesome friend Mr Iohn Owen, the short and sweete Epigrumatist.

Lend me thine band; thine head I would haue said:
(For my hand's firmer though thy head's more staid)
To add some merry measures vnto myne:
Then shall my booke be prais'd (at least) for thine.
Thou (in the tongue that schollers most approue)
About Witts center dost so sweetly moue
Thine orbes of arte, that witts which them obserue.
Make them for pleasure and for profit serue;
Pleasur'd by witt and profitted by skill;
So, thyne arts heau'n reuolues thy glory still.