For he hath taught hye drifts in shepeherdes weedes,
And deepe conceites now singes in Faeries deedes.
R. S.
Graue Muses march in triumph and with prayses.
Our Goddesse here hath giuen you leaue to land:
And biddes this rare dispenser of your graces
Bow downe his brow vnto her sacred hand.
Desertes findes dew in that most princely doome.
In whose sweete brest are all the Muses bredde:
So did that great Augustus erst in Roome