TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE,the Lord Charles Howard,Earle of Notingham, Baron ofEffingham, Knight of the noble Orderof the Garter, Lord high Admirall ofEngland, Ireland and Wales, &c.one of his Maiestie’s mostHonorable priuieCounsell.
TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE,the Lord Charles Howard,Earle of Notingham, Baron ofEffingham, Knight of the noble Orderof the Garter, Lord high Admirall ofEngland, Ireland and Wales, &c.one of his Maiestie’s mostHonorable priuieCounsell.
As once that doue (true honor’s aged lord)Houering with wearied wings about your arke,When Cadiz towers did fal beneath your sword,To rest her selfe did single out that barke:So my meeke muse, from all that conquering rout,Conducted through the sea’s wilde wildernesBy your great selfe, to graue their names aboutTh’Iberian pillars of Joue’s Hercules:Most humblie craues your lordly lions aidGainst monster enuie, while she tels her storieOf Britaine princes, and that royall maid,In whose chaste hymne herCliosings your glorie:Which if (great lord) you grant, my muse shall frameMirrours more worthie your renowned name.
As once that doue (true honor’s aged lord)Houering with wearied wings about your arke,When Cadiz towers did fal beneath your sword,To rest her selfe did single out that barke:So my meeke muse, from all that conquering rout,Conducted through the sea’s wilde wildernesBy your great selfe, to graue their names aboutTh’Iberian pillars of Joue’s Hercules:Most humblie craues your lordly lions aidGainst monster enuie, while she tels her storieOf Britaine princes, and that royall maid,In whose chaste hymne herCliosings your glorie:Which if (great lord) you grant, my muse shall frameMirrours more worthie your renowned name.
As once that doue (true honor’s aged lord)Houering with wearied wings about your arke,When Cadiz towers did fal beneath your sword,To rest her selfe did single out that barke:So my meeke muse, from all that conquering rout,Conducted through the sea’s wilde wildernesBy your great selfe, to graue their names aboutTh’Iberian pillars of Joue’s Hercules:Most humblie craues your lordly lions aidGainst monster enuie, while she tels her storieOf Britaine princes, and that royall maid,In whose chaste hymne herCliosings your glorie:Which if (great lord) you grant, my muse shall frameMirrours more worthie your renowned name.
As once that doue (true honor’s aged lord)
Houering with wearied wings about your arke,
When Cadiz towers did fal beneath your sword,
To rest her selfe did single out that barke:
So my meeke muse, from all that conquering rout,
Conducted through the sea’s wilde wildernes
By your great selfe, to graue their names about
Th’Iberian pillars of Joue’s Hercules:
Most humblie craues your lordly lions aid
Gainst monster enuie, while she tels her storie
Of Britaine princes, and that royall maid,
In whose chaste hymne herCliosings your glorie:
Which if (great lord) you grant, my muse shall frame
Mirrours more worthie your renowned name.
Your Honor’s euer most humbliedeuoted,Richard Nicols.