Ye Muses sought our service to command:
Oft have ye wandered from Parnassus Hill,
And showed yourselves with sweet and tempting grace,
But yet return’d, your train increas’d with few.
This resolution doth continue still:
Unto Astrea’s name we honour bear,
Whose sound perfections we do more admire
Than all the vaunted store of Muses’ gifts,
Let this be one (which last you put in ure
In well depraving that deserveth praise)