In vain I thinke, right honourable Lord, + 

By this rude ryme to memorize thy name, + 

Whose learned Muse hath writ her owne record + 

In golden verse, worthy immortal fame: + 

Thou much more fit (were leasure to the same) + 

Thy gracious Soverains praises to compile, + 

And her imperiall Majestic to frame + 

In loftie numbers and heroicke stile. + 

But, sith thou maist not so, give leave a while + 

To baser wit his power therein to spend, + 

Whose grosse defaults thy daintie pen may file, + 

And unadvised oversights amend. + 

But evermore vouchsafe it to maintaine + 

Against vile Zoilus backbitings vaine. + 