Here you will find the Poem Poem 2 From Pierce Penilesse of poet Thomas Nashe
Perusing yesternight with idle eyes, The Fairy Singers stately tuned verse: And viewing after Chap-mens wonted guise, What strange contents the title did rehearse. I streight leapt ouer to the latter end, Where like the queint Comædians of our time, That when their Play is doone do fal to ryme, I found short lines, to sundry Nobles pend. Whom he as speciall Mirrours singled fourth, To be the Patrons of his Poetry; I read them all, and reuerenc't their worth, Yet wondred he left out thy memory. But therefore gest I he supprest thy name, Because few words might not co[m]prise thy fame.
