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To the Queene her most excellent Maiestie.
APelles man did all his Wits imploy To paint the shape of Laedais Daughter faire: But when he saw his worke prou'd naught, poore Boy, He wept for woe, and tooke exceeding care: Then deck'd he her with Iewels rich and rare: Which when the braue Apelles did behold. Paint on (quoth hee) poore Boy, and haue no feare, When Beautie fayles, well done t'enrich with Gold. I am (faire Princesse) like the Painters man, As ignorant, as scant of skill as hee: Yet will J striue and doe the best J can, To manifest my louing minde to thee. But to supply the weaknesse of my skill, In place of Gold (great Lady) take goodwill.Craige.