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As raised hath poore pastors oaten recdes, When Spenser saw the fame was spredd so large From rustic tunes, to chaunt heroique decdes. Through Faery Land of their renowned Queene,

Loth that his Mufe should take so great a charge, So mought thy Red-crosse knight with happy hand As in such haughty niatter to be seene, Vidorious be in that faire island's right,

To seeme a fhepeheard then he made his choice; Which thou dost vail in type of Faery Land, But Sidney hcard him fing, and knew his voice. Eliza's blessed field, that Albion hight; (foes, That shields her friendes, and warres her mightie And as Ulysses brought faire Thetis Corne Yet fill with people, peace and plenty flowes. From his retyred life to manage armies;

So Spenser was by Sidney's 1pcaches wonne,
But (iolly Shepehcard) though with pleasing style To blaze her fame, not fearing future harmes;
Thou feast the humour of the courtly trayne, For well he knew his Mufe would soone be tyred
Let not conceipt thy settled fence beguile, In her high praise, that all the world admired.
Ne daunted be through enuy or disdaine :
Subje& thy dome to her empyring spright, Yet as Achilles in those warlike frayes
From whence thy Muse and all the world takes Did win the palme from all the Grecian peeres;

So Spenser now, to his immortal prayse,
Hath wonne the laurell quite from all his feres,

What though his taske exceed a humaine witr, Fayre Thamis streame, that from Ludd's stately He is exculed, fith Sidney thought it fit. Runft paying tribute to the ocean seas, [towne,

W.L. Let all thy Nymphes and Syrens of renowne Be filent, whyle this Bryttane Orpheus playes : To look upon a worke of rare deuile, Nere thy sweet bankes there liues that sacred The which a workman setteth out to view, Crowne,

And not to yield it the deserued prise, Whose hand strowes palme and neuer-dying bayes; | That unto such a workmanship is dew, Let all at once with thy loft murmuring lowne Doth either prove the iudgment to be naught, Present her with this worthy poet's prayes;

Or elle doth Thew a mind with enuy fraught. For he hath taught hye drists in shepherdes weedes, And deep conceites now finges in Facries deedes. To labour to commend a peece of worke,

R. S. Which no man goes about to discomniend,

Would raise a jealous doubt, that there did lurke Grave Muses march in triumph and with prayfes, Some fecret doubt, whereto the prayse did tend; Our Goddesse here hath giuen you leaue to land, For when men know the goodness of the wyne, And biddes this rare dispenser of your graces

Tis needlesie for the hoait to have a synge. Bow downe his brow unto her sacred hand. Deserte findes dew in that most princely doome, Thus then to shew my iudgment to be such In whose sweete breast are all the Muses bredde; As car. discerne of colours blacke and white, So did that great Augustus erít in Roome As alls to free my minde from enuie's tuch, With leaues of fame adorne his poet's hedde. That neuer giues to any man his right, Faire be the guerdon of your Faery Queene, I here pronounce this workmanship is fuch, Euen of the fairelt that the world hath seene. As that no pen can set it forth too much.

H. B.

And thus 1 hang a garland at the dore, When sout Achilles heard of Helen's rape, Not for to New the goodness of the ware, And what reuenge the states of Greece deuild, But such bath beene the custome heretofore ; Thinking by lleight the fatall warres to scape, And customes very hardly broken are : In woman's weedes himselfe he then disguilde; And when your tast thall tell you this is trew, But this deuise Ulyties soon did spy, (try. Then look you giue your hoaft his utmost dew, And brought him forth the chaunce of warre tu






To tkr Right Eonourable Sir Chriftopber Hatton, Unfitly I these ydle rimes present,
Lord High Chancellor of England, &c. The labor of lost time, and wit unstayd :

Yet if their decper fence be inly wayd, Tuose prudent heads that with their counsels And the dim vele, with which from commune vew wife

Their fairer parts are hid, aside be layd, Whslom the pillours of th' earth did sustain,

Perhaps not vaine they may appeare to you. And taught ambitious Rome to tyrannise,

Such as they be, vouchsafe them to reccaue, And in the neck of all the world to rayne,

And wipe their faults out of your censure graue.

E. S. Of: ir m those graue affaires were wont abstaine, With the sweet lady Mufes for to play : So konius, the elder Africane, So Maro oft did Casar's cares allay :

To the Right Honourable the Earl of Oxenford, Lord So you great Lord, that with your counsell fway

High Chamberlayne of England, &c.
The burdeine of this kingdom mightily,
With like delightes sometimes ray eke delay Receive, most noble Lord, in gentle gree
The rugged brow of carefull Policy;

The vnripe fruit of an voready wit,
And to thefe yale rynies lend litcie space,

Which by thy countenaunce doth craue to bee Weich for their titles fake may find more grace. Defended from foule enuie's poisnous bit ;

E. S.

Which so to doe may thee right well befit,
Sith th' antique glory of thine auncestry

Ynder a lady vele is therein writ,
To the Rigbe Honourable the Lord Burleigh, Lord And eke thine owne long liuing memory,
Higb Tbreafurer of England.

Succeeding them in truc nobility :

And also for the loue which thon doelt beare To you, right noble Lord, who carefull brest To th' Heliconian ymps, and they to thee; To menage of niot grave affaires is bent,

They vnto thee, and thou to them most deare; And on whose mightie shoulders moft doth rest Dcare as thou art vnto thyselfe ; fo loue The burdein of this kingdomes gouernment

That loucs and honours thee, as doth bchove. As the wide compaffe of the firmament

E. S. o Adas' mighty shoulders is vpítayd;


To the Right Honourable the Earle of Northumber


To the Right Honourable the Earl of Ormond and


The sacred Muses haue made alwaies clame Recewe, most noble Lord, a simple taste
To be the nourses of nobility,

Of the wilde fruite which saluage loyl hath bred And registres of euerlasting fame,

Which being through long wars left almost waste, To all that arms professe and chevalry;

With brutish barbarisme is overspredd, Then by like right the noble progeny,

And in so faire a land as may be redd, Which them succeed in fame and worth, are tyde | Not one Parnassus, nor one Helicone T' embrace the feruice of sweete Poetry,

Left for sweete Muses to be harboured, By whose endeauours they are glorifide;

But where thy selfe haft thy brave manfione ; And eke from all, of whom it is enuide,

There indcede dwel faire Graces many une, To patronize the author of their prarse, [dide, And gentle Nymphes, delights of learned wits, Which gives then life, that els would soone haue And in thy person without paragone And crownes their ashes with immortal baies. All goodly bountie and true honour fits. To thee therefore, right noble I ord, I send Such therefore, as that wasted loyl doth yield, This present of my pains, it to defend.

Receiue, dear Lord, in worth the fruit of barren

field. E. S.


To the Right Honourable the Earle of Cumberland.

To the Right Honourable the Lord Cb. Howard, Lord

Higb-Admiral of England, Knight of the Noble REDOUBTED Lord, in whose corageous mind

Order of the Garter, and one of ber Maieftec's Prie The slowre of cheualry, now blooming faire, vie Counsel, &c. Doth promise fruite worthy the noble kind, Which of their praises haue left you the hairc; AND


braue Lord, whose goodly personage, To you this humble present I prepare,

And noble deeds, cach other garnishing, For loue of vertue and of martiall praise, Make you ensample to the present age To which though nobly ye inclined are,

Of th' old heroes, whose famous offspring As godlie well ye shew'd in late affaies,

The antique poets wont so much to fing, Yet brave ensample of long passed daies,

In this same pageaunt have a worthy place, In which trew honor yeç may fashiond see, Sith those huge caftles of Castilian king, Tolike desire of honour may ye raise,

That vainly threatned kindomes to displace,
And fill your mind with magnanimitce.

Like flying doves, ye did before you chace;
Receiue it, Lord, therefore as it was ment, And that proud people, woxen infolent
For honour of your name and high descent. Through many victories, did firtt deface.

E. S. Thy praise's euerlasting nionument

Is in this verse engrauen femblably.
That it niay liue to all pofterity

E. S. To the Mof Honourable and Excellent Lord, tbe

Earl of Jex, Great Maister of the Horse to ber
Higbneffe, and Knight of the Noble Order of tbe
Garter, &c.

To the Right Horourable the Lord of Hunfdon, High

Cbamberlaine to ber Maiefly. MAGNIFICKE Lord, whofe vertues excellent

Renowned Lord, that for your worthinesse Doe merit a most famous poci's witt

And noble decds haue your deferued place To be thy liuing praises instrument,

High in the fauour of that Emperesle,
Yet doe not fdcig'e to let thy name be writt

The world's sole glory and her sexes grace ;
In this bafe Poem, for thee far vnfite;
Nought is thy worth disparaged thereby :

Here eke of right haue you a worthie place,
But when my Muse, whole fethers, nothing fitt,

Both for your neerness to that Faerie Queene,

And for your owne high merit in like cace;
Doe yet but flagg, and lowly learne to fly,
With bolder wing thall dare aloite to fly

Of which apparaunt proofe was to be seene,
To the last praife» of the Faery Quecne,

When that tumultuous rage and fearfull deenc 'l hen shall it make more famous memory

Of northerne rebels ye did paciły, Oi thine heroicke parts, such as they beene :

And their disloiall powre defaced clene,

The record of enduring memory.
Till then vouchlafe thy noble countenance
To thefe first labours needed furtherance.

Liue, Lord, for euer in this lasting verse,

That all posteritie thy honour may reheise.
E. S.


To the mof reneremed and saliant Lord, the Lord To the Right Noble Lord, and moft valiant Captain,

Grey of Wilton, Knight of the Noble Order of the Sir John Norris Knight, Lord President of Moune Garter, &c.


Most noble Lord, the pillor of my life, Who euer gave more honourable prize
And patron of my Muse's pupillage,

To the sweet Mufe then did the martiall crew, Through whose large bountie poured on me rife, That their braue deeds the might immortallize In the first season of

my feeble

In her fhrill tromp, and found their praises dew? I now doe liue, bound your's by vassalage : Who then ought more to fauour her, then you, Sith nothing euer may redeeme, nor reaue

Most noble Lord, the honor of this age, Out of your endlesse debt so sure a gage,

And precedert of all that armes ensue? Vouchlafe in worth this small guift to receauç,

Whose warlike prowefse and manly courage, Which in your noble hands for pledge I leaue Tempred with reafon and aduizement fage, Of all the res that I am tyde t'account;

Hath fild sad Belgicke with victorious spoile, Rude rymes, the which a rulic Muse did weaue

In Fraunce and Ireland left a famous gage, In savadge soyle, far from Parnasso mount, And lately shake the Lufitanian foile ? And roughly wrought in an vnlearned loome : Sith then each where thou hast dispredd thy fame, The which vouchsafe, dear Lord, your favourable Loue him that hath eternized your name. doome.

E. S. E. S.

To tbe Right Honourable the Lord of Buckhurst, one of

ber Maieftie's Priuie Counsell.

To the right noble and valorous Knigbt, Sir Walter

Raleigh, Lord Wardein of the Stanneryes, and Lieftenaunt of Cornewaile.

In vain I think, right honourable Lord,
By this rude ryme to memorize thy name,
Whole learned Muse hath writ her own record
In golden verse, worthy immortal fame :
Thou much more fit (were leasure to the same)
Thy gracious fouerain praises to compile,
And her imperiall maiestie to frame,
In loftie numbers and heroicke stile.
But fith thou mayît not so, giue leave a while
To baser wit his power therein to spend,
Whose grosse defaults thy daintie pen may file,
Aad vnaduised ouersights amend :
But cuermore vouchsafe it to maintaine
Againet vile Zoilus backbitings vaine.

E. S.

To thee, that art the summer's nightingale,
Thy foueraine goddesses most deare delight,
Why doe I send this rusticke madrigale,
That may thy tunefull eare unscason quite ?
Thou orely fit this argument to write, [bowre,
In whose high thoughts Pleasure hath built her
And daintie Love learnd sweetly to endite.
My rimes I know unfauory and sowre,
To taste the streames, that like a golden showre
Flow from thy fruitfull head, of thy loue's praise,
Fitter perhaps to thonder martiall stowre,
When so thee list thy lofty Muse to raise :
Yet till that thou thy poeme wilt make knowne,
Let thy faire Cinthia's praises be thus rudely

E. S.

To tbe Right Honourable Sir Fr. Walfingham Knight, principall Secretary to ber Maiefly, and of ber Ho. nourable Privy Counsell.

To the Right Honourable and most vertuous Lady, the

Count:1¢ of Pembroke.

That Mantuane poet's incompared spirit,
Whose girland now is set in highest place,
Had not Mecenas, for his worthy merit,
It first aduaunt to great Augustus grace,
Might long perhaps haue lien in silence bace,
Ne bene so much admir'd of later age.
This lowly Muse, that learns like steps to trace,
Flies for like aide unto your patronage,
That are the great Mecenas of this age,
As wel to al that ciuel artes professe
As those that are inspir'd with martial rage,
And craues protection of her feeblenesse;
Which if ye yield, perhaps ye may her rayse
La bigger tunes to found your liuing praise,

E. S.

REMEMBRAUNCE of that most heroicke spirit,
The heauens pride, the glory of our daies,
Which now triumpheth through immortall merit
Of his braue vertues, crownd with lasting baies,
Of heuenlie bliss and euerlasting praics;
Who first my Muse did lift out of the flore,
To fing his sweet delights in lowlie laies,

me, most noble Lady, to adore
His goodly image, liuing euermore
In the diuine resemblaunce of your face,
Which with your vertues ye embellish more,
And natiue beauty deck with heuenlie grace :
For his, and for your own especial fake, [cake,
Vouchsafe from him this token in good worth te

E. S

To tbe moft vertrous and beautiful Lady, the Lady


To all the gratious and beautifull Ladies in the Court

Ny may 1, without blot of endlesse blame,
You, fairelt Lady, leaue out of this place,
But with remembraunce of your gracious name
Wherewith that courtly garlond most ye grace,
And deck the world, adorne these verses base :
Not that these few lines can in them comprise
Those glorious ornaments of heavenly grace
Wherewith you triumph ouer feeble cyes,
And in subdued harts do tyrannise ;
For thereunto doth need a golden quill,
And filuer leaues, them righte to deuise,
But to make hamble present of good will;
Which, when as timely meanes it purchase may,
la ampler wise itselfe will forth display.

E. S.

The Chian peinder, when he was requird
To pourtraid Venus in her perfect hew,
To make his worke more absolute, defird
Of all the faireft maides to haue the vew.
Much more me needs to draw the semblant trew,
Of Beautie's Qucene, the world's sole woderment,
To Marpe my sence with sundry beauties vew,
And steale from each some part of ornament.
If all the world to seeke I ouerwent,
A fairer crew yet no where could I see,
Then that braue Court doth to mine eie present,
That the world's pride seems gathered there to
Of each a part I tole by cunning theste: (bee :
Forgiue it me, fair Dames! úth lesse you have
not löfte.

E, S,

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