He’s fairely blest by the Almightie’s hands.
And as he’s happy in these outward things,
So from his inward mind continuall springs
Fruits of deuotion, deedes of Piety,
Good hospitable workes of Charity;
Iust in his Actions, constant in his word,
And one that wonne his honour with the sword.
He’s no Carranto, Cap’ring, Carpet Knight,
But he knowes when and how to speake and fight.
I cannot flatter him, say what I can,