Right Starre of Beauty, fairest Faire aliue,

Rare president of peerelesse chastity;

(In whom the Muses and the Graces striue,

VVhich shall possesse the chiefest part of thee:)

Oh let these simple lines accepted bee:

VVhich here I offer at thy sacred shrine:

Sacred, because sweet Beauty is diuine.

And though I cannot please each curious eare,

With sugred Noates of heauenly Harmonie:

Yet if my loue shall to thy selfe appeare,

No other Muse I will inuoke but thee:

And if thou wilt my faire Thalia be,

Ile sing sweet Hymnes and praises to thy name,

In that cleare Temple of eternall Fame.

But ah (alas) how can mine infant Muse

(That neuer heard of Helicon before)

Performe my promise past: when they refuse

Poore Shepheards Plaints? yet will I still adore

Thy sacred Name, al though I write no more:

Yet hope I shall, if this accepted bee:

If not, in silence sleepe eternally.