To the Right Noble Lord, Henry Earle of Northumberland
Deigne (mightie Lord) these verses to peruse
Which my blacke mournfull muse presenteth here,
Blushing at her first entrance in for feare,
Where of her selfe, her selfe she doth accuse,
And seeking Patronage, bold meanes doth vse
To shew that dewtie, which in hart I beare
To your thrise noble house: which shall out weare
Deuouring time it selfe, if my poore muse
Deuine aright, whose, vertuous excellence
She craues her ruder stile to patronise.
Voutch-safe then (noble Lord) to giue defence:
Who (when her brighter glorie shall arise)
Shall flye to fetche fame from her fort of brasse,
Which with your vertues through the world shall passe.
Which my blacke mournfull muse presenteth here,
Blushing at her first entrance in for feare,
Where of her selfe, her selfe she doth accuse,
And seeking Patronage, bold meanes doth vse
To shew that dewtie, which in hart I beare
To your thrise noble house: which shall out weare
Deuouring time it selfe, if my poore muse
Deuine aright, whose, vertuous excellence
She craues her ruder stile to patronise.
Voutch-safe then (noble Lord) to giue defence:
Who (when her brighter glorie shall arise)
Shall flye to fetche fame from her fort of brasse,
Which with your vertues through the world shall passe.
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