Did make men, birds, beasts, trees and rockes of stone
That virgin’s timelesse tragedie to mone:
For then I thought, that to that mournefull place,
I might haue sung my verse with lesse disgrace
To great Elizae’s worth: for who doth bring
Her deeds to light, or who her worth doth singe?
O, did that Fairie Queene’s sweet singer liue,
That to the dead eternitie could giue,
Or if, that heauen by influence would infuse
His heauenlie spirit on mine earth-borne muse,