Lvld in an heauenly Charme of pleasing passions, br Many their well thewd rimes doe fayre attemper br Vnto their amours, while another fashions br Loue to his lines, and he on fame doth venter. br And some againe in mercinary writ br Belch forth desire, making reward their Mistresse: br And though it chaunce some Lais Patron it, br At least they sell her prayses to the presse. br The Muses Nurse I reade is Euphemie, br And who but honor makes his lines reward, br Comes not by my consent within my petigree, br 'Mongst true borne sonnes enherit may no bastard. br All in the humble accent of my Muse, br Whose wing may not aspire the pitch of fame, br My grieues I here vnto ombe, sweete them peruse. br Though low he flye, yet honor is his game, br All while my pen quests on Zepherias name, br Whom when it sprung thy wing did thee releeue, br Now flowne to marke, thus doth desire thee retreeue.