By this rude rhyme to memorize thy name,
Whose learnèd muse hath writ her own record
In golden verse worthy immortal fame.
Thou much more fit (were leisure to the same)
Thy gracious sovereign’s praises to compile,
And her imperial majesty to frame
In lofty numbers and heroic style.
But sith thou may’st not so, give leave awhile
To baser wit his power therein to spend,
Whose gross defaults thy dainty pen may file,