To his Mistresse.

BRight Starre of Beauty, fairest Faire aliue,
Rare president of peerelesse chastiry;
(In whom the Muses and the Graces striue,
VVhich shall possesse the chiefest part of thee:)
Oh let these simple lines accepted bee:
     VVhich here I offer at thy sacred shrine:
     Sacred, because sweete Beauty is diuine.



And though I cannot please each curious care,
With sugred Noates of heauenly Harmonie:
Yet if my loue shall to thy selfe appeare,
No other Muse I will inuoke but thee:
And if thou wilt my faire Thalia be,
     He sing sweet Hymnes and praises to thy name,
     In that clea~re Temple of eternall Fame.



But ah (alas) how can mine infant Muse
(That neuer heard of Helicon before)
Performe my promise past: when they refuse
Poore Shepheards Plaints? yet will I still adore
Thy sacred Name, although I write no more:
     Yet hope I shall, if this accepted bee:
     If not, in silence sleepe eternally.