English poem
Vi. To George Chapman On His Ovid.[176]
I. D. of the Middle Temple.
Onely that eye which for true loue doth weepe, Onely that hart which tender loue doth pierse, May read and vnderstand this sacred vierse-- For other wits too misticall and deepe: Betweene these hallowed leaues Cupid dooth keepe The golden lesson of his second Artist; For loue, till now, hath still a Maister mist, Since Ouids eyes were closed with iron sleepe; But now his waking soule in Chapman liues, Which showes so well the passions of his soule; And yet this Muse more cause of wonder giues, And doth more Prophet-like loues art enroule: For Ouids soule, now growne more old and wise, Poures foorth it selfe in deeper misteries.