TO THE RIGHT NOBLE AND VALOROUS KNIGHT, SIR WALTER RALEIGH, LORD WARDEIN OF THE STANNERYES, AND LIEFTENAUNT To thee, that art the Sommers Nightingale, In whose high thoughts Pleasure hath built her bowre, And dainty Love learnd sweetly to endite. My rimes I know unsavory and sowre, To tast the streames that, like a golden showre, Flow from thy fruitfull head of thy Love's praise; Fitter perhaps to thonder martiall stowre, Whenso thee list thy lofty Muse to raise : Yet, till that Thou thy Poeme wilt make knowne, Let thy faire Cinthias praises be thus rudely showne. E. S. TO THE RIGHT HON. AND MOST VERTUOUS LADY, THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKE. REMEMBRAUNCE of that most heroicke Spirit, Who first my Muse did lift out of the flore, Bids me, most Noble Lady, to adore His goodly image living evermore In the divine resemblaunce of your face; Which with your vertues ye embellish more, And native beauty deck with heavenly grace: For His, and for your owne especial sake, Vouchsafe from him this token in good worth to take. E. S. TO THE MOST VERTUOUS AND BEAUTIFULL LADY, THE LADY CAREW. NE (For thereunto doth need a golden quill E. S. TO ALL THE GRATIOUS AND BEAUTIFULL LADIES IN THE COURT. THE Chian Peincter, when he was requir'd To sharpe my sence with sundry Beauties vew, And steale from each some part of ornament. If all the world to seeke I overwent, A fairer crew yet no where could I see Then that brave Court doth to mine eie present; That the world's pride seemes gathered there to bee. Of each a part I stole by cunning thefte : Forgive it me, faire Dames, sith lesse ye have not lefte. VOL. I. D E. S. THE FIRST BOOK OF THE FAERIE QUEENE, CONTAYNING The Legend of the Knight of the Red Crosse, or of Holinesse. I. Lo! I, the man whose Muse whylome did maske, For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine oaten reeds, song. II. Help then, O holy virgin, chiefe of nyne, [ill, O, helpe thou my weake wit, and sharpen my dull tong! |