VERSES TO THE AUTHOR OF THE FAERIE QUEENE. A VISION UPON THIS CONCEIPT OF THE FAERY QUEENE. ME thought I saw the grave where Laura lay, At whose approch the soule of Petrarke wept, ANOTHER OF THE SAME. THE prayse of meaner wits this Worke like profit brings, [sings. As doth the Cuckoes song delight when Philumena written bin. If thou hast formed right true Vertues face herein, Vertue herselfe can best discerne to whom they [divine If thou hast Beauty praysd, let Her sole lookes Judge if ought therein be amis, and mend it by Her eine. If Chastitie want ought, or Temperaunce her dew, of yore: And thereby will excuse and favour thy good will; Whose vertue can not be exprest but by an Angels quill. Of me no lines are lov'd, nor letters are of price, (Of all which speak our English tongue,) but those of thy device. W. R. TO THE LEARNED SHEPHEARD. COLLYN, I see, by thy new taken taske, Some sacred fury hath enricht thy braynes, That leades thy Muse in haughty verse to maske, And loath the layes that longs to lowly swaynes: That liftes thy notes from Shepheardes unto Kinges: So like the lively Larke that mounting singes. Thy lovely Rosalinde seemes now forlorne; And all thy gentle flockes forgotten quight : Thy chaunged hart now holdes thy pypes in scorne, Those prety pypes that did thy mates delight; Those trusty mates, that loved thee so well; Whom thou gav'st mirth, as they gave thee the bell. Yet, as thou earst with thy sweete roundelayes Didst stirre to glee our laddes in homely bowers; So moughtst thou now in these refyned layes Delight the daintie eares of higher powers. And so mought they, in their deepe skanning skill, Alow and grace our Collyns flowing quill. And faire befall that Faery Queene of thine! In whose faire eyes Love linckt with Vertue Enfusing, by those bewties fyers divine, [sittes; Such high conceites in thy humble wittes, As raised hath poore Pastors oaten reedes From rusticke tunes, to chaunt heroique deedes. So mought thy Redcrosse Knight with happy hand Victorious be in that faire Ilands right, (Which thou dost vayle in type of Faery land,) Elizas blessed field, that Albion hight: [foes, That shieldes her friendes, and warres her mightie Yet still with people, peace, and plentie, flowes. But, iolly shepheard, though with pleasing stile Thou feast the humour of the courtly trayne, Let not conceipt thy settled sence beguile, Ne daunted be through envy or disdaine. Subiect thy doome to Her empyring spright, From whence thy Muse, and all the world, takes light. HOBYNOLL. FAYRE Thamis streame, that from Ludds stately Whose hand strowes palme and never-dying bayes. GRAVE Muses, march in triumph and with prayses; H. B. 01 WHEN Stout Achilles heard of Helens rape, And what revenge the States of Greece devis'd, Thinking by sleight the fatall warres to scape, In womans weedes himselfe he then disguis'd; But this devise Ulysses soone did spy, And brought him forth, the chaunce of warre to try. When Spenser saw the fame was spredd so large, Through Faery land, of their renowned Queene, Loth that his Muse should take so great a charge, As in such haughty matter to be seene; To seeme a Shepheard then he made his choice; But Sidney heard him sing, and knew his voice. |