Dear all If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heanvenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Spencer to me, whose deep conceit is such, As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus' lute, the queen of music, makes; And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd, When as himself to singing he betakes. One god is god of both, as poets feign; One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.
(Richard Barnfield "The Encomion of Lady Pecunia", 1598) (see my page http://www.cs.helsinki.fi/u/wikla/mus/shakedow.html) Arto
