To the right noble and valorous knight, Sir Walter Raleigh

o thee that art the sommers Nightingale, Thy soueraine Goddesses most deare delight, Why doe I send this rusticke Madrigale, That may thy tunefull eare vnseason quite? Thou onely fit this Argument to write, In whose high thoughts Pleasure hath built her bowre, And dainty loue learnd sweetly to endite. My rimes I know vnsauory and sowre, To tast the streames, that like a golden showre Flow from thy fruitfull head, of thy loues praise, Fitter perhaps to thonder Martiall stowre, When so thee list thy lofty Muse to raise: Yet till that thou thy Poems wilt make knowne, Let thy faire Cinthias praises bee thus rudely showne.