VIII
If music and sweet poetry agree,As they must needs, the sister and the brother,Then must the love be great ’twixt thee and me,Because thou lov’st the one and I the other.Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touchUpon the lute doth ravish human sense;Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is suchAs passing all conceit, needs no defence.Thou lov’st to hear the sweet melodious soundThat Phœbus’ lute, the queen of music, makes;And I in deep delight am chiefly drown’dWhenas himself to singing he betakes.One god is god of both, as poets feign;One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.