XV.
[Nowe Musicke hide thy face or blush for shame]
Still hee followeth on with further deuise vppon the
late Melodie of his Mistres: & in this sonnet doth
namelie preferre her before Musicke her selfe, and
all the three Graces; affirming, if either he, or els
Apollo bee ordeined a iudge to giue sentence of
their desertes on either side, that then his Ladie
can not faile to beare both pricke and prize awaie.
Nowe
Musicke hide thy face or blush for shame,
Since thou hast heard hir skill & warbling voice,
Who far beefore thy selfe deseru's thy name,
And for a Science should bee had in choise:
Or if thou still thy title wilt retaine,
Equall hir song with helpe of all thy traine.
But as I deeme, it better were to yeelde
Thy place to her, to whom the price belonges,
Then after strife to leese both fame and field.
For though rude Satyres like of Marsias songes,
And Choridon esteeme his oaten quill:
Compare them with hir voice, and both are ill.
Nay, which is more, bring forth the Graces three,
And each of them let sing hir song apart,
And who doth best twill soone appeare by mee,
When she shall make replie which rules my heart:
Or if you needes will make Apollo iudge,
So sure I am to winne I neede not grudge.
