THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM (8)

 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 lovest the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute¹ doth ravish human sense； Spenser to me, whose deep conceit² is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lovest to bear the sweet melodious³ sound That Phoebus' lute, the queen of music, makes； And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd Whenas himself to singing he betakes. One god is god of both, as poets feign⁴； One knight⁵ loves both, and both in thee remain.