To the Author G: W. senior, to the Author DArke Darke is the day, when Phœbus face is shrowded, and weaker sights may wander soone astray: but when they see his glorious raies vnclowded unclowded , with steddy steps they keepe the perfect way, So while this Muse in forraine landes doth stay, inuention invention weepes, and pens are cast aside, the time like night, depriud deprivd of chearefull day, and few do write, but (ah) too soone may slide. Then, hie thee home, that art our perfect guide, and with thy wit illustrate Englands fame, dawnting thereby our neighoures auncient pr. that do for poesie, challendge cheefest name. So we that liue live and ages that succeede, With great applause thy learned works shall ree Ah Colin, whether on the lowly plaine. pyping to shepherds thy sweete roudelaies: or whether singing in some lofty vaine, heroick deedes of past, or present daies. Or whether in thy louely lovely mistris praise, thou list to exercise thy learned quill. thy muse hath got such grace, and power to please, with rare inuention invention bewtified by skill. As who therein can euer ever ioy joy their fill. O therefore let that happy muse proceede to clime the height of vertues sacred hill, where endles honor shall be made thy meede. Because no malice of succeeding daies, can rase those records of thy lasting praise. G.W. I.