Epitaphes, epigrams, songs and sonets with a discourse of the friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile Gentleman.

Of the renowmed Lady, Lady Anne Coun∣tesse Warwick.

AN Earle was your Sire a worthie Wight, A Cowntesse gaue you Tet, a Noble Dame, An Earle is your Féere, a Mars outright, A Cowntesse eke your selfe of bruted fame▪ A Brother Lorde, your Father Earles Sonne, Thus doth your line in Lordes and Earles ronne. You were well knowne of Russels race a childe, Of Bedfords blood that now doth liue an Earle, Now Warwicks wife, a warlike man in fielde, A Venus Péere, a ritch and Orient Pearle, Wherefore to you that Sister, Childe, and Wife To Lorde and Earles are, I wish long life. You Alpha were when I this Booke begoonne And formost, as became your state, did stande, To be Omega now you will not shoonne, (O Noble Dame) I trust: but take with hande This ragged rime, and with a courteous looke And Cowntesse eie pervse this tryfling Booke.