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To the right honourable the Earle of
And eke from all, of whom it is enuide,
To patronize the authour of their praise, To all that armes professe and cheualry.
Which giues them life, that els would soone Then by like right the noble Progeny,
haue dide, Which them succeed in fame and worth, are And crownes their ashes with immortall baies. tyde
To thee therefore right noble Lord I send T'embrace the seruice of sweete Foetry,
This present of my paines, it to defend.
To the right honourable the Earle of Cumberland. Edoubted Lord, in whose corageous mind Yet braue ensample of long passed daies,
, In which trew honor yee may fashiond see, Doth promise fruite worthy the noble kind, To like desire of honor may ye raise,
Which of their praises haue left you the haire; And fill your mind with magnanimitee. To you this humble present I prepare,
Receiue it Lord therefore as it was ment, For loue of vertue and of Martiall praise,
For honor of your name and high descent. To which though nobly ye inclined are,
E.S. As goodlie well ye shew'd in late assaies,
To the most honourable and excellent Lo. the Earle
and knight of the Noble order of the Garter. &c. MAgnificke Lord, whose vertues excellent Doe yet but flagg, and lowly learne to fly Doe merit a most famous Poets witt,
With bolder wing shall dare alofte to sty To be thy liuing praises instrument,
To the last praises of this Faery Queene, Yet doe not sdeigne, to let thy name be writt
Then shall it make more famous memory In this base Poeme, for thee far unfitt.
Of thine Heroicke parts, such as they beene: Nought is thy worth disparaged thereby, Till then vouchsafe thy noble countenaunce, But when my Muse, whose fethers nothing flitt To these first labours needed furtheraunce.
To the right Honourable the Earle of
Ormond and Ossory.
But where thy selfe hast thy braue mansione; Of the wilde fruit, which saluage soyl hath There in deede dwel faire Graces many one. bred,
And gentle Nymphes, delights of learned wits, Which being through long wars left almost waste, And in thy person without Paragone With brutish barbarisme is ouerspredd:
All goodly bountie and true honour sits, And in so faire a land, as may be redd,
Such therefore, as that wasted soyl doth yield, Not one Parnassus, nor one Helicone
Receiue dear Lord in worth, the fruit of barren Left for sweete Muses to be harboured,
To the right honourable the Lo. Ch. Howard, Lo. high Admiral of England, knight of the noble order of the Garter,
and one of her Maiesties priuie Counsel. &c. And xe, braue Lord, whose goodly personage, That vainly threatned kingdomes to displace, noble
Like flying doues ye did before you chace; Make you ensample to the present age,
And that proud people woxen insolent Of th'old Heroes, whose famous ofspring Through many victories, didst first deface : The antique Poets wont so much to sing,
Thy praises euerlasting monument In this same Pageaunt haue a worthy place, Is in this verse engrauen semblably, Sith those huge castles of Castilian king,
That it may liue to all posterity.
To the right honourable the Lord of Hunsdon, high
Chamberlaine to her Maiesty.
When that tumultuous rage and fearfull deene
Of Northerne rebels ye did pacify, High in the fauour of thát Emperesse,
And their disloiall powre defaced clene, The worlds sole glory and her sexes grace,
The record of enduring memory. Here eke of right haue you a worthie place,
Liue Lord for euer in this lasting verse, Both for your nearnes to that Faerie Queene, That all posteritie thy honour may reherse. And for your owne high merit in like cace,
E. S. Of which, apparaunt proofe was to be seene,
To the most renowmed and valiant Lord, the
of the Garter, &c. Ost Noble Lord the pillor of iny life,
Vouchsafe in worth this small guift to receaue, M ,
Which in your noble hands for pledge I leaue, Through whose large bountie poured on me Of all the rest, that I am tyde t'account: rife,
Rude rymes, the which a rustick Muse did weaue In the first season of my feeble age,
In sauadge soyle, far from Parnasso mount, I now doe liue, bound yours by vassalage : And roughly wrought in an vnlearned Loome:
Sith nothing euer may redeeme, nor reaue The which vouchsafe dear Lord your fauorable Out of your endlesse debt so sure a gage,
To the right honourable the Lord of Buckhurst, one
of her Maiesties priuie Counsell.
In loftie numbers and heroicke stile.
To baser wit his power therein to spend,
And vnå duised ouersights amend.
Against vile Zoilus backbitings vaine.
To the right honourable Sir Fr. Walsingham knight,
honourable priuy Counsell.
That are the great Mecenas of this age,
As wel to al that ciuil artes professe Had not Mecænas for his worthy merit,
As those that are inspird with Martial rage, It first aduaunst to great Augustus grace, And craues protection of her feeblenesse: Might long perhaps haue lien in silence bace, Which if ye yield, perhaps ye may her rayse Ne bene so much admir'd of later age.
In bigger tunes to sound your living prayse. This lowly Muse, that learns like steps to trace,
E. $. Flies for like aide vnto your Patronage;
To the right noble Lord and most valiaunt Captaine,
Sir Iohn Norris knight, Lord president of Mounster.
Whose warlike prowesse and manly courage, That their braue deeds she might immortalize Hath fild sad Belgicke with victorious spoile, In her shril tromp, and sound their praises In Fraunce and Ireland left a famous gage, dew?
And lately shakt the Lusitanian soile. Who then ought more to fauour her, then you Sith then each where thou hast dispredd thy fame, Moste noble Lord, the honor of this age,
Loue him, that hath eternized your name. And Precedent of all that armes ensue?
To the right noble and valorous knight, Sir Walter Raleigh, Lo. Wardein of the Stanneryes, and lieftenaunt
To tast the streames, that like a golden showre Thy soueraine Goddesses most deare delight, Flow from thy fruitfull head, of thy loues Why doe I send this rusticke Madrigale,
praise, That may thy tunefull eare unseason quite ? Fitter perhaps to thonder Martiall stowre, Thou onely fit this Argument to write,
When so thee list thy lofty Muse to raise : In whose high thoughts Pleasure hath built her Yet till that thou thy Poeme wilt make knowne, bowre,'
Let thy faire Cinthias praises bee thus rudely And dainty loue learnd sweetly to endite.
showne. My rimes I know vnsauory and sowre,
Countesse of Penbroke.
His goodly image liuing euermore,
In the diuine resemblaunce of your face; Which now triumpheth through immortall merit Which with your vertues ye einbellish more,
Of his braue vertues, crownd with lasting baies, And natiue beauty deck with heuenlie grace : Of heuenlie blis and euerlasting praies;
For his, and for your owne especial sake, W my Muse did lift out of the flore,
Vouch from him this in good worth to To sing his sweet delights in lowlie laies;
take. Bids me most noble Lady to adore
the Lady Carew.
And in subdued harts do tyranyse :
Wherewith that courtly garlond inost ye grace, But to make humble present of good will : And deck the world, adorne these verses base: Which whenas timely meanes it purchase may,
Not that these few lines can in them comprise In ampler wise it selfe will forth display. .
eyes, To all the gratious and beautifull Ladies in the Court. T He Chian Peincter, when he was requirde If all the world to seeke I ouerwent,
A fairer crew yet no where could I see, To make his worke more absolute, desird Then that braue court doth to mine eie present, Of all the fairest Maides to haue the vew.
That the worlds pride seemes gathered there Much more me needs to draw the semblant trew, to bee.
Of beauties Queene, the worlds solewonderment, Of each a part I stole by cunning thefte : ľo sharpe my sence with sundry beauties Forgiue it me faire Dames, sith lesse ye hauc
not lefte. And steale from each some part of ornament.