Poems: by Michaell Draiton Esquire

The Legend of Matilda

IF yet a Muse there happily remaine, That is by truth so diligently taught, As vninstructed wantonly to faine, Declareth but what modestlie she ought; If this be such which I so long haue sought, I craue by her my life may be reuealde, By blacke obliuion enuiously concealde.

Oh if such fauour I might hope to finde, Heere in this world yet once to liue agen, As I yet lastly might expresse my minde, By the endeuour of a powrefull pen, In all my sorrowes happy were I then; Three hundreth yeares by all men ouer-past, Finding one friend to pitty me at last.

O you of him so happily elect, Whom I intreat to prosecute my story, Lady most deere, most worthy all respect, The worlds best jewell, and your sexes glory, It shall suffice me, be Idea sory, Reading my Legend sadly in his verse, Which now alone must serue me for a her••••.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 you the patterne by whose perfect view, Like your faire selfe he wisely may me make, For sure aliue none fitter is then you, Whose forme vnspotted chastitie may take, Be you propitious, for whose onely sake For me I know hee'le gladly do his best, So you and I may equally be blest.

Bright Rosamond so highly that is graced, Inroled in the register of same, That in our saincted kalender is placed, By him who striues to stellifie her name; Yet will the modest say she was too blame, Though full of state and pleasing be his rime, Yet can his skill not expiate her crime.

The wife of Shore winnes generall applause, Finding a pen laborious in her praise, ••lstr••d reuiu'd to pleade her pittied cause, After the enuie of so many daies, Happie's the man their glories high'st can raise; Thus the loose wanton liked is of many, Vice shall finde friends, but vertue seldome any.

To vaunt of my Nobilitie were vaine, Which were I know, not bettered by the best, Nor should beseeme an honourable straine, And me a maiden fits not of the rest, Nor worldly titles fondly will suggest; A vertuous life I meane to boast alone, Our birth our syres, our vertues be our owne:

T'is shame to fetch our long descent from Kings, If from the gods deriued thou shouldst be, The old atchieuements of those wondrous things, Which thou thy selfe then liuedst not to see, What be their acts materiall vnto thee? Staining that blood and honour that was theirs, Which could not leaue their vertues to their heires.

Heauen powr'd downe more abundance on my birth, Then it before had vsually bestow'd, And was in me so bountifull to earth, As though the fulnesse meaning to haue show'd, On me it so immeasurably flow'd, That such a shape with such a spirit inspir'd, Did of the wisest make me most desir'd.

Vpon my brow sate Beautie in her pride, Vnto the world as ministring her law, And vnto all such riches did diuide, As vnto her all generally did draw; And yet mine eye did keepe them so in awe, As that which onely could true vertues measure, Ordainde by Nature to preserue her treasure.

My carrige such as might content the wise, My speech such comely decen••••e retaine, As of the yonger was not deemde precise, Nor of the aged was accounted vaine; So well instructed to obserue the meane, So well compact, and natiue was cach good, That did coher•• with temper of my blood.

Nature in me did such perfections vary, As that the least allow'd not of compare, And yet so well did teach me them to carry, That then themselues did make them seeme more rare, As in my portion suffering none to share, In her faire grace by placing me so hie, That there should sit the darling of the skie.

When Fame beganne my beauty first to blaze, That soone became too lauish of the same, Hauing her trumpet laden with my praise, That euery place was filled with my name, For which report thou too much wert too blame; But vnto thee is beautie subiect still, Which I may say, is causer of our ill.

This jealous monster hath a thousand eyes, Her ayrie body hath as many wings, Now about earth, now vp to heauen she flies, And heere and there with euery breath she flings, Euen from the deepe her messages she brings, Nothing so secret but to her appeareth, As apt to credite euery thing she heareth.

And Princes eares as open to report, As skill in blazing beauty to a King, Subiect vnto the censure of the Court, From whence Fame carries, thither she doth bring, And which soeuer she doth lowdly ring, Thither ah me vnhappily she brought, Where I my barre vnfortunately caught.

There stood my beautie boldly for the prize, Where the most cleere and perfectst iudgements be, And of the same the most iudiciall eyes, Did giue the gole impartially to me; So did I stand vnparaleld and free, And like a comet in the euenings skie, Strooke with amazement euery wondring eye.

This t'was possest the breast of princely Iohn, This on his hart-strings endlesse musicke made, This wholy wonne him vnto it alone, And fully did his faculties inuade, From which not reason euer could disswade; This taught his eyes their due attendance still, Holding the reines which rulde his princely will.

When yet my father fortunate in Court, And by his blood ranck'd equall with the best, Hauing his quicke eare touch'd with this report, Which yet the newes but hardly could digest, And on my youth his onely care did rest; Straitly pursues it by those secret spies, As still in Courts attend on Princes eyes.

And he thus while who seemed but to sleepe, Till he the Princes purposes could sound, And to himselfe yet secretly did keepe, What he but late had prouidently found; So well that wise Lord could conceale his wound, That well fore-saw how daugerous it would proue, To crosse the course of his impatient loue.

When hauing found how violent a flame, Vnbrideled will had kindled in the King, If on the suddaine he should stop the same, A greater inconuenience might bring, Which being knowne so dangerous a thing, Me doth bethinke him fittest to perswade, E're for my safety further means he made.

Deare girle quoth he, thou seest who doth await, T'intrap that beautie bred to be thy foe, Being so faire and delicate a bait, Tempting all eyes themselues there to bestow, Whose power the King is taught too soone to know; Of his desire that what the end may bee, Thy youth may feare my knowledge doth fore-see.

And for thou liuest publiquely in Court, Whose priuiledge doth euery meane protect, Where the ensample of the greatest sort, Doth more then opportunitie effect, None thriuing there that dwell vpon respect, Being a lottery where but few do winne, Falshood th'aduenture, and the prize but sinne.

Subt'ly opposing to thy longing sight, What may to pleasure possibly prouoke, And fitly fashioned vnto thy delight, That with the grauest strikes too great a stroke, Hauing withall emperious power thy cloke; With such strong reasons on her part propounded, As may leaue vertue seemingly confounded.

Many the waies inducing to thy fall, And to thy safety none is left to guide thee, And when thy danger greatest is of all, Euen then thy succour soonest is denide thee: So sundry meanes from vertue to diuide thee, Hauing with all mortalitie about thee, Frailty with in, temptation set without thee.

The leachers tongue is neuer voide of guile, Nor wants he teares when he would winne his pray, The subtilst tempter hath the smoothest stile, Sirens sing sweetely when they would betray, Lust of it selfe had neuer any stay, Nor to containe it bounds could haue deuisde, That when most fild, is least of all suffisde.

With euery meane and maiestie is fraught, That all things hath contained in his power, And who wil conquer, leaues no meane vnsaught, Soft golden drops did pierce the brazen Tower, Watching th'aduantage of each passing hower, Time offering still each howre to doe amisse, Thy banefull poison spiced with thy blisse.

And when this heady and vnseasned rage, Which in his blood doth violently raigne, Time, that the heate shall peceably asswage, Shall shew the more apparently thy staine, Which vnto ages euer shall remaine; Sinne in a chaine leades on her sister shame, And both in gyues fast fettered to defame.

Kings vse their loues as garments they haue worne, Or as the meate whereon they fully fed, The Saint once gone, who doth the shrine adorne? Or what is Nectar carelesly if shed, vvhat Princes vvealth redeemes thy maidenhead, vvhich should be held as pretious as thy breath, vvhose desolution consumates thy death.

The stately Eagle on his height dooth stand, And from the maine the fearefull fowle doth smite, Yet scornes to tuch it lying on the land, When he hath felt the sweete of his delight, But leaues the same a prey to euery kite; With much we surffet, plenty makes vs poore, The vvretched Indian spurnes the golden ore.

When now he points the periode with a teare, vvhich in my bosome made so great a breach, As euery precept firmely fixed there, And still his councel vnto me did preach, A father so effectually should teach, That then his words I after euer found, Written on so immaculate a ground.

The youthfull king deluded but the while, That in his breast did beare this quenchlesse fire, Whilst flattring hope his sences doth beguile, That with fresh life still quickned his desire, And gone so farre now meant not to retire; Thinkes if that aptly winning him but place, By loue or power to purchase him my grace.

Which still deferring, found he still did faile, Nor to his minde aught (kindely) tooke effect. Couragiously resoluing to assaile, That other meanes doth vtterly neglect, In spite what feare could any way obiect, And finding time, not booting to be mute, Thus to me lastly did preferre his sute.

Deare maide (quoth he) when Nature had ordained Thee to the world her workemanship to bring, All other creatures knowing she had stained, By so diuine and excellent a thing, Onely therefore to gratifie a King, Seal'd thee the Charter dated at thy birth, Mirrour of heauen, the wonder of the earth.

Hoord not thy beautie, heauen doth giue thee store, Pittie such treasure should lie idely dead, Which being imparted shall increase the more, And by the interest euermore be fed, To be mans comfort that was onelie bred, vvhich of it selfe is of such povver and might, As like the sunne ioyes all things with the sight.

From those bright stars such streams of lightning glide As through the eies doe wound the very hart, Whose vertues may be sundrie waies applide, Hurting and healing like Achilles dart; Such bountie Nature did to them impart, Those lampes two planets clearer then the seauen, That with their splendor light the world to heauen.

Had Art such colours as could truly show, Each rare perfection rightly in his kinde, And on each one sufficiently bestowe, Vnto the glory properly assignde, Painting the beauties aptly to the minde, But O alone thy excellence is such, As words though many lessen worth so much.

He is thy king, who is become thy subiect, Sometimes thy Lord now seruant to thy loue, Thy gracefull features be his onely obiect, Who for thy sake a thousand deaths durst proue, A Princes prayer should some compassion moue; Let woolues and beares be cruell in their kindes, But women meeke and haue relenting mindes.

Daine (deare) to looke vpon these brimfull eyes, With tides of teares continually frequented, Where hope without foode hunger-staruen lies, which to betray me trecherously consented, That for the fact being lawfully conuented, Iudgde in these waters still to haue their being, For their presumption thy perfections seeing.

Sit thou commanding vnder mine estate, Hauing thy tresses honored with my Crowne, As not vnworthie of a meaner fate And make the prowd'st to tremble with a frowne, Raise whom thou wilt, cast whō it please thee downe: And be my loue renowned through this Ile, With all the titles fame may thee instile.

What if my Queene repining at our blisse, Thee as did Iuno Ioues faire darling keepe, Mine I'le preserue as that great god did his, Wise Mercury lulld Argus eies to sleepe, Loue euer laughs when iealousie dooth weepe, When most she stirs, our power shal keep hir vnder, She may raise stormes, but we doe rule the thunder.

Thus hauing made the entrance to his loue, Which he supposde assuredly in time, Of better tidings messenger might proue, By which he after to his ioyes might clime, And of my youth now being in the prime, Leaues me, not knowing well which way to turne me, warm'd with the fire which vnawares might burne me.

Vpon my weaknes that so strongly wrought, Whilst in my breast a mutiny arose, Feare and Desire a doubtfull combate fought, As like two eager and ambitious foes, This striues to winne, the other feares to loose; By this oft cleered, and by that accused, Flattred by that most, most which me abused.

And in my selfe that well suspected treason, Knowing who watcht to haue me for his pray, And in so apt and dangerous a season, vvhen youth and beauty bare so great a sway, And where he battery still to me might lay, vvho girt so strongly euery way about, vvell might suspect I could not long holde out.

All doubts end feares cast vtterly aside, Resolu'd at last away from Court to goe, Whither it pleasde my happy starres to guide, There I my selfe determinde to bestowe, Vntill time might this passion ouer-blow, Or if at least it wrought not the extrusion, Might lend me power to help my resolution.

When he whose care this while me not forsooke, That many a sweete sleepe for my safetie brake, Much that was pleased with the course I tooke, As one that truely suffred for my sake, Did his abode at Baynards Castle make, which since the Court so happly did leaue one, To his protection kindely did receiue me.

Whence sorrow seemed vtterly exilde, vvherein my life I long before did waste, The present time that happily beguilde, vvith thought of that which was alreadie past, vvhere I was now so fortunately plac'd; Euen as a bird escap'd the Fowlers snare, vvhome former danger warneth to beware.

When now the King whose purposes were crossd, vvhich this euasion subt'ly did preuent, And that the meane to which he trusted most, vvas that which most did frustrate his intent, Seeing his sute preposterously went, Another course bethinkes himselfe to runne, Else now as farre off, as when first begunne.

Thenceforth deuising to dissolue the masse, That lay so full betwixt him and the light, That in his sute so great a hindrance was And least exspected wrought him most dispite, Finding the cause that all things went not right, Casteth forth with my father to remoue, To make the way more cleerer to his loue.

When scarcely cured of that sickely qual〈…〉〈…〉 And that my hart was happily at case, But as a ship that in a gentle calme, Floates vp and downe vpon the quiet seas, By some rough gust some aduerse starre doth raise, Driuen againe into the troubled maine, vvh〈…〉〈…〉 well had hopde securely to haue laine.

The powrefull Prince whome I did thus reiect, Heereon in Court doth first this Peere disgrace, Thereby to giue the people to suspect, T'offend in some thing sitting neere his place, Them it (by all meanes) vrging to imbrace; Which if he cleerely modeld out, that path Should giue a passage freely to his wrath.

And giuing colour to his ran'ckrous hate, By such false councell as to him he drew, Cunning in all the stratagems of state, My guiltlesse father ceaselesly pursue, Whose kingly power too quickely ouerthrew Him which I hop'd me succour should haue giuen, Till from all refuge absolutely driuen.

And not their cleere and intellectuall sight, Into the quarrell that did throughly looke, Nor our alies that to their vtmost might Gainst his proceeding that our partie tooke, Vnto the end that neuer me forsooke; Could the effect of his great power preuent, To stay from Fraunce my banisht father sent.

Not all his seruice to his soueraigne done, In warre as valiant as in councell sound, Which from this Prince compassion might haue won, To him that faithfull euermore was found, How deepely thou ingratitude doost wound: Sure first deuised to no other end, But to grieue those whom nothing could offend.

Ay me forsaken, left vnto my foe, Thus by my fortune fro wardly betraide, Neuer poore maiden was besieged so, And all depressed that should lend me aide, Such weight the heauens vpon my birth had laide, Yet her due merite vertue neuer loseth, Gainst her faire course though heauen it selfe oppo∣seth.

Embarkt for France his sd deiected eies, Filled with teares in plentifullest store, His parting threatned by the lowring skies, Then vnder saile from sight of any shore, Feare him behinde, and sorrow him before; Wasting withall his sad laments in vaine, To the rude waters only to complaine.

When like a deere before the hounds imboste, vvhen him his strength beginneth to forsake, Leaues the smoothe lawnes to which he trusted most, And to the couert doth it selfe betake, Doubling that creepes from brake againe to brake; Thus still I shift me from the Princes face, vvhich hath me novv continually in chase.

The coast now cleere, suspition laide to rest, And each thing fit to further his intent, vvhich with much pleasure quieted his breast, That euery thing so prosperously went, And if the rest successefully consent, Of former ayde that being quite forsaken, He hopes the fort may easily be taken.

A Princes armes are stretcht from shore to shore, Kings sleeping see with eies of other men, Craft findes a key to open euery doore, Little it bootes in walles my selfe to pen, The lambe inclosed in the lions den; vvhose watchfull eies too easily descride me, And found me soonst, where ••ur'st I thought to hide me.

My paths by spies are diligently noted, O're me he holdes so vigilant a watch, And on my beautie he so fondly doted, That at my lookes he enuiously did catch; Readie that stoode attending at my ••atch, vvhere jealous loue continually did warde, Treason my handmaide, Falshoode on my guarde.

Wherefore since this so badly sorted out, He to my shifts so narrowly me draue, Another course must needesly cast about, Where safer harbor happily to haue, Since insufficient this was me to saue, His power so spatious euery way did lie, That still I stood in his ambitious eye.

And feare which taught me euery way to proue, When I of many long time did debate, Me at the last it pleasde the powers to moue, To take vpon me a religious state, The holy Cloister none might violate; Where after all these stormes I did endure, There yet at last might hope to liue secure.

Wherefore to Dunmow secretly conuaide, Vnto a house that sometime was begunne, By Iuga, of our ancestry, a maide, At whose great charge this Monastry was done, In which she after did become a Nunne; And kept her order strictly with the rest, Which in that place virginitie profest.

Where I my selfe did secretly bestow, From the vaine world which I too long had tride, One whom affliction taught my selfe to know, My youth and beautie gently that did chide, And me instructing as a skilfull guide; Printed with all such coldnesse in my blood, That it might so perpetuate my good.

The King who with an enuious eye did see, His power deluded, strongly discontent, who thence his power not possibly could free, Which his sad breast doth grieuously torment; which since that I so wilfully was bent, And he past hope now euer to enioy me, Resolues by some meanes lastly to destroy me.

And he that knew one fit for such a fact, To whom he durst his secret thoughts impart, One that for him would any thing enact, And in performance wanted not his Art, That had a strong hand, a relentlesse hart; On him the King (in madnesse so enrag'd) Imposde my death, himselfe thereto that gag'd.

Who making haste the fatall deede to do, Thither repaires, but not as from the King, One that did well know what belong'd thereto, Nor therein needed any tutoring, But as one sent vpon some needefull thing; with a smooth countenance and with setled browes, Obtaines to get in where I paide my vowes.

Where I alone and to his tale exposde, As one to him a willing eare that lent, Aye me, too soone himselfe to me disclosde, And who it was that him vnto me sent, From point to point, relating his intent; Which whil'st I stoode strooke dumbe with this in∣vasion, He thus pursues me strongly with perswasion.

Saith he but heare how greatly thou doost erre, Fondly to doat vpon thine owne perfection, Whenas the King thee highly will preferre, And that his power desireth thy protection; So indiscreetly sort not thy election, To shut vp in a melancholy cell, That in the Court ordained was to dwell.

How dangerous is so bountifull an offer, If thy neglect do retchlesly abuse it, who was it euer that did see a coffer, Filled with gold, and proffered did refuse it; Greater thy fault the more thou doost excuse it, Thy selfe condemning in thine owne good hap, Refusing treasure cast into thy lap.

Wrong not thy faire youth, nor the world depriue Of that great riches Nature freely lent, Pitty t'were they by niggardize should thriue, whose wealth by waxing craueth to be spent, For which thou after iustly shalt be shent; Like to some rich churle burying his pelfe, Both to wrong others, and to starue himselfe.

What is this vaine, this idle reputation, which to the shew you seemingly respect, Onely the weakenesse of imagination. which in conclusion worketh no effect? Lesse then that, can the worshippers protect, That onely standeth vpon fading breath, And hath at once the being, and the death.

A feare that grew from doting superstition, To which still weake credulitie is prone, And onely since maintained by tradition, Into our eares impertinently blowne, By follie gathered, as by error sowne; Which vs still threatning, hindreth our desires, Yet all it shewes vs be but painted fires.

Thee let it like this Monastry to leaue, Which youth and beautie iustly may forsake, Do not the Prince of those high ioyes bereaue, Which happy him eternally may make, Which sends me else thy life away to take; For dead to him if needsly thou wilt proue, Die to thy selfe, and buried with his loue.

Rage that resumde the colour of his face, Whose eye seemde as the Basalisks to kill, The horror of the solitary place, Being so fit wherein to worke his will, Each good omitted, euery present ill; Which all doe seeme my ouerthrow to further, By feare disswaded, menaced by murther.

In this so great and peremptory triall, With strong temptations grieuously afflicted, With many a yeelding, many a deniall, Oft times acquitted, oftentimes conuicted, Whilst feare before me liuely stands depicted, And at the instant by a little breath, Giues me my life, or sends me vnto death.

When nowe my soule that gathred all her powres, Which in this neede might friendly giue her aide, The resolution of so manie howres, whereon herselfe she confidently staide; (In this distresse their helpe together laide,) Making the state which she maintained good, Expeld the feare, vsurping on by blood.

The which my tongue did modestly enlarge, From those strict limits terror it confinde, My greeued bosome sadly to discharge, And my lost spirites did liberally vnbinds; To my cleere eyes their residence resignde, And strongly there mine honour to maintaine, Check'd his presumption with a chaste disdaine.

Finding me thus inuiolably bent, He for my death that onely did abide, Hauing a poison murdring by the seent, Vnto the organ of that sense applide; which for the same when fittest time he spide, Vnto my nosthrills forcibly did straine, Which at an instant wrought my deadly baine.

With his rude tuch (my vaile disordered then) My face discouering, whose delitious checke Tinckted with crimson, fading soone agen, with such a sweetenes as made death euen meeke, Seeming to him, beholding it euen like Vnto a sparke extinguish'd to the eye, Breakes forth in fire e're suddainely it die.

And whilst thereat amazed he doth stand, wherein he such an excellencie saw, Ruing the spoile done by his fatall hand, whom nothing else my beauty now did awe, And from his eyes would force him teares to draw; Of which depriu'd and setled euen as dead, Greeuing for me that it had none to shed.

When life retreating gently towards the hart, (On whom cold death inuasion now did make, winning by little euery outward part) As more and more her succours her forsake, To this last fort enforc'd her to betake, To him whom sadly yet did me behold, Thus with milde speech my greefe I did vnfold.

Is this the gift the King on me bestowes, which in this sort he sends thee to present me? I am his friend, what giues he to his foes, If this in token of his loue be sent me? His pleasure thus, it must not discontent me; Yet after sure a proucrhe this shall proue, The gift King Iohn bestow'd vpon his loue.

When all that race to memory are set, And by their statues their atchieuements done which wonne abroad, and which at home did get. From sonne to syre, from syre vnto the sonne, Grac'd with the spoiles that gloriously they wonne; O that of him it onely should be said, This was that King, the murtherer of a maid!

O keepe it safely from the eares of Fame, That none do heare of this vnhalowed deede, To him be secret and conceale his shame, Lest after ages hap the same to reede, And in their eyes the very letters bleede; O let the graue my innocency hold, Ere of a King so heynous sinne be told.

Vttering my minde my sorrow to asswage, The heauy burthen of my pensiue breast, The poison now that inwardly did rage, The present vigor forcibly exprest, Me no way suffering to declare the rest; Longer for him t'was now no time to stay, And death call'd on to hasten me away.

Thus in my closet being left alone. Vpon the floore vncomfortably lying, The deede committed and the murtherer gone, Almost arriued at the point of dying, Some of the sisters me by chance espying, Calls all the rest that in most wofull plight, Came to behold this miserable sight.

Where like a rose by an vnkindly blast, Mongst many buds that round about it grow, The withered leaues improsp'rously doth cast. Yet all the rest their soueraigne beauties show, Amidst this goodly sisterhood euen so; Nipt with cold death vntimely did I fade, Whilst they about me pitteous wailing made.

When as my poore soule in hir suddaine flight, Neglects the organ of each severall sense, with all that horror could the same affright, Being disturbed in her parting hence, Onely constrained for her best defence, Vnto her spotlesse innocence to take her, Which her not leaues when all the rest forsake her.

VVhen all our pleasures are but childrens toyes, And as meere shadowes presently do passe, As yeares encreasing, waning are our ioyes, As we forget our fauours in a glasse, Euen as a tale of that which neuer was; Death our delights continually doth seuer, Vertue alone abandoneth vs neuer.

And now my spirit thus liberally enlargde, By gently flitting from this earthly roome, The debt to Nature faithfully dischargde, And at the howre conditiond on my toombe; Such is the heauens ineuitable doombe, Me Baynards Castle to the earth did bring, D〈…〉〈…〉 againe my place of burying.

Now scarsly was my breathlesse body cold, But euery where my tragedy was spred, For tatling Fame in euery place had told, My resolution being lately dead, Ruing my blood so prodigally shed, And to my father flies with this mischance, Which then remained in the Court of Frarce.

His losse too great to be bewailde with teares, Nor were there found wordes to expresse his woe, Terror it selfe so settled in his eares, No more might enter, nothing out might goe, O while againe should griefe distract me 〈◊〉〈◊〉? Enough of sorrow is already showne, And telling his renewing of mine owne.

Me t'shall suffise my fortunes to relate, And beare the burthen of my proper ill, If I expresse my pittifull estate, Tis all I aske, and I obtaine my will, For whie, true sorrow needes not others skill, It is too much the bitternesse we taste, vvithout remembrance when the same is past.

Somesaie, the King repentant for this deede, vvhenas remorce to thoughts thereof him draue, Poorely disguised in a Pilgrimes weede, Offered his teares on my vntimely graue, For which, no doubt but heauen his sinne forgaue; And did thereby my grieued spirite appease, H••••••••ing contrite, I happly at ease.

Thus tolde my storie, I my state deuise, To you sweete Madam, fitt'st with you to r••st, vvhich do my vertues daily exercise, That be impressed in your patient breast, By whome alone I rightliest am exprest; For whom my praise (it grieues me) is too scant, Whose happie name an Epethite shall want.

Then most deere Lady for a maidens sake, To shead one teare, if gently you but daine, For all my wrongs it full amends may make, And be my passe to the Elizian plaine, In your chast•• eies such powre there doth remain••, As can th'afflicted prosprously deliuer, Happy be they may looke vpon them euer.

FINIS.