The poem in question
In Paper, many a Poet now survivesOr else their lines had perished with their lives.Old Chaucer, Gower, and Sir Thomas More,Sir Philip Sidney who the Laurel wore,Spencer, and Shakespeare did in Art excel,Sir Edward Dyer, Greene, Nash, Daniel,Silvester, Beaumont, Sir John Harington,Forgetfulness their works would over run,But that in Paper they immortally Do livein spite of Death, and cannot die.
Invention in a noted weed[so] every word doth almost tell my name,Showing their birth, and where they did proceed
... invention in a noted weed.
A muse of a different kind
But hollow Muse what mounted to the sky,I'll clip your soaring plumes for you and IMust talk of Paper, Hemp, and such as this,And what a rich commodity it is.