Ruins of Rome -- Envoy L’Envoy. Bellay, first garland of free Poësie That France brought forth, though fruitfull of braue brave wits, Well worthie thou of immortalitie, That long hast traueld traveld by thy learned writs, Olde Rome out of her ashes to reuiue revive , And giue give a second life to dead decayes: Needes must he all eternitie suruiue survive , That can to other giue give eternall dayes. Thy dayes therefore are endles, and thy prayse Excelling all, that euer ever went before; And after thee, gins Bartas hie to rayse His heauenly heavenly Muse, th’Almightie to adore. Liue Live happie spirits, th’honour of your name, And fill the world with neuer never dying fame. FINIS.