William Smith - "Colin, my dear and most entire beloved" lyrics

Colin, my dear and most entire beloved My muse audacious stoops her pitch to thee, Desireing that thy patience be not moved By these rude lines, written here you see; Fain would my muse, whom cruel love hath wronged, Shroud her love-labors under thy protection, And I myself with ardent zeal have longed That thou mightst know to thee my true affection. Therefore, good Colin, graciously accept A few sad sonnets which my muse hath framed; Though they but newly from the shell are crept, Suffer them not by envy to be blamed. But underneath the shadow of thy wings Give warmth to these young-hatchéd orphan things.