For matchless worth and valour all thine own—
Warwick! renown’d for him who best could write,
Shakspeare the Bard, and him so fierce in fight,
Guy, thy brave Earl, who made whole armies fly,
And giants fall—who has not heard of Guy?
Him sent his Lady, matchless in her charms,
To gain immortal glory by his arms—
Felice the fair, who, as her bard maintain’d,
The prize of beauty over Venus gain’d; 10
For she, the goddess, had some trivial blot