SIr,Sir, to gratulate your safe return frõfrom Ireland,I had nothing so readie, nor thought any thing so meete, as these sweete conceited Sonets, the deede of that weldeseruingweldeserving gentleman, maister Edmond Spenser: whose name sufficiently warranting the worthinesse of the work: I do more confidently presume to publish it in his absence, vnderunder your name to whom (in my poore opinion) the patronage therof, doth in some respectes properly appertaine. For, besides your iudgementjudgement and delighte in learned poesie: This gentle Muse for her former perfection long wished for in Englande, nowe at the length crossing the Seas in your happy companye, (though to your selfe vnknownunknown) seemeth to make choyse of you, as meetest to giuegive her deserueddeserved countenaunce, after her retourne: entertaine her, then, (Right worshipfull) in sorte best beseeming your gentle minde,and her merite, and take in worth my good will herein, who seeke no more, but to shew my selfe yours in all dutifull affection.