And so mought they in their deepe skanning skill
Alow and grace our Collyns flowing quill.
And fare befall that Faerie Queene of thine,
in whose faire eyes loue linckt with vertue sits.
Enfusing by those bewties fiers deuyne,
such high conceites into thy humble wits,
As raised hath poore pastors oaten reede,
From rusticke tunes, to chaunt heroique deedes.
So mought thy Redcrosse knight with happy hand
victorious be in that faire Ilands right: