To thee, that art the sommers Nightingale, + 

Thy soveraine Qoddesses most deare delight, + 

Why doe I send this rusticke Madrigale, + 

That may thy tunefull eare unseason quite? + 

Thou onely fit this Argument to write, + 

In whose high thoughts Pleasure hath built her bowre, + 

And dainty love learnd sweetly to endite. + 

My rimes I know unsavory and sowre, + 

To tast the streames that, like a golden showre, + 

Flow from thy fruitfull head, of thy love’s praise; + 

Fitter, perhaps, to thonder Martiall stowre, + 

When so thee list thy lofty Muse to raise: + 

Yet, till that thou thy Poeme wilt make knowne, + 

Let thy faire Cinthias praises be thus rudely showne. + 