Receive, most noble Lord, a simple taste + 

Of the wilde fruit which salvage soyl hath bred; + 

Which, being through long wars left almost waste, + 

With brutish barbarisme is overspredd: + 

And, in so faire a land as may be redd, + 

Not one Parnassus, nor one Helicone, + 

Left for sweete Muses to be harboured, + 

But where thy selfe hast thy brave mansione: + 

There, in deede, dwel faire Graces many one, + 

And gentle Nymphes, delights of learned wits; + 

And in thy person, without paragone, + 

All goodly bountie and true honour sits. + 

Such, therefore, as that wasted soyl doth yield, + 

Receive, dear Lord, in worth, the fruit of barren field. + 