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John Donne - To The Earl Of Doncaster
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SEE, sir, how, as the sun`s hot masculine flame 
  Begets strange creatures on Nile`s dirty slime, 
  In me your fatherly yet lusty rhyme 
—For these songs are their fruits—have wrought the same. 
But though th` engend`ring force from which they came 
  Be strong enough, and Nature doth admit 
  Seven to be born at once ; I send as yet 
But six ;   they say the seventh hath still some maim. 
  I choose your judgment, which the same degree 
Doth with her sister, your invention, hold, 
  As fire these drossy rhymes to purify,
Or as elixir, to change them to gold. 
  You are that alchemist, which always had 
  Wit, whose one spark could make good things of bad.
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