Richard Barnfield - Against the Dispraisers of Poetry lyrics

Chaucer is dead; and Gower lies in grave; The Earl of Surrey long ago is gone; Sir Philip Sidney's soul the heavens have; George Gascoigne him before was tombed in stone. Yet, though their bodies lie full low in ground, As every thing must die that erst was born, Their living fame no fortune can confound, Nor ever shall their labors be forlorn. And you, that discommend sweet poetry, (So that the subject of the same be good) Here may you see your fond simplicity, Sith kings have favored it, of royal blood. The King of Scots (now living) is a poet, As his Lepanto and his Furies show it.