Astrophel and Stella: 15

You that do search for euerie purling spring,Which form the ribs of old Parnassus flowes,And euery flowre not sweet perhaps, which growesNeare there-abouts, into your Poesie wring.You that do Dictionaries methode bringInto your rimes, running in ratling rowes:You that poore Petrarchs long deceased woes,With new-borne sighes and denisend wit do sing.You take wrong waies those far-fet helpes be such,As do bewray a want of inward tuch:And sure at length stolne-goods do come to light.But if (both for your loue and skill) your nameYou seeke to nurse at fullest breasts of Fame,Stella behold, and then begin to endite.