To the Worlds Mightie Monarch, Good Opinion

THou soule of Pleasure, Honors only substance,
Great Arbitrator, Vmpire of the Earth,
Whom fleshly Epicures call Vertues essence,
Thou moouing Orator, whose powrefull breath
Swaies all mens iudgements. Great OPINION,
Vouchsafe to guild my imperfection.

If thou but daine to grace my blushing stile,
And crowne my Muse with good opinion:
If thou vouchsafe with gracious eye to smile
Vpon my young new-borne Inuention,
Ile sing an Hymne in honor of thy name,
And add some Trophie to enlarge thy fame.

But if thou wilt not with thy Deitie
Shade, and inmaske the errors of my pen,
Protect an Orphane Poets infancie,
I will disclose, that all the world shall ken
How partiall thou art in Honors giuing:
Crowning the shade, the substance praise depriving.