But, when they came where thou thy skill didst shew,
They drew aback, as half with shame confound
Shepheard to see, them in their art outgo.
COL. Of Muses, Hobbinol, I con no skill,
For they be daughters of the highest Jove,
And holden scorn of homely shepheard's quill;
For sith I heard that Pan with Phœbus strove,
Which him to much rebuke and danger drove,
I never list presume to Parnass hill,
But, piping low in shade of lowly grove,