This too high flight, vnfit for her weake wing)
Lift vp aloft, to tell of heauens King
(Thy soueraine Sire) his fortunate successe,
And victory, in bigger noates to sing,
Which he obtain’d against that Titanesse,
That him of heauens Empire sought to dispossesse.
Yet sith I needs must follow thy behest, ii
Doe thou my weaker wit with skill inspire,
Fit for this turne; and in my feeble[615] brest
Kindle fresh sparks of that immortall fire,