None other fame mine unambitious Muse 
Affected ever but t'eternize thee; 
All other honors do my hopes refuse, 
Which meaner priz'd and momentary be. 
For God forbid I should my papers blot 
With mercenary lines, with servile pen, 
Praising virtues in them that have them not, 
Basely attending on the hopes of men. 
No, no, my verse respects nor Thames nor theaters, 
Nor seeks it to be known unto the great; 
But Avon rich in fame, though poor in waters, 
Shall have my song, where Delia hath her seat. 
Avon shall be my Thames, and she my song; 
I'll sound her name the river all along.