Also the Musis that on Parnasus syng
Suche warblyng dole did never temper stryng.
Now to that Lord whose power is celestiall,
And gwydyth all thyng of sadnes and of blysse,
With humble voyce to the I crie and call,
That thou wouldest direct my sely[253] pen in this:
For, wantyng of thy helpe, no marvel thoughe I mysse;
And by thy grace, though my style be rude,
In sentence playne I may full well conclude.
Nowe by thy helpe this hystory I will begyn,