No stormy tempeste your barge shall ouerthrow.
Welcome to me as hertely as herte can thynke,
Welcome to me with all my hole desyre!
And for my sake spare neyther pen nor ynke;
Be well assurid I shall aquyte your hyre, 550
Your name recountynge beyonde the lande of Tyre,
From Sydony to the mount Olympyan,
Frome Babill towre to the hillis Caspian.[1616]
Skelton Poeta answeryth.
I thanked her moche of her most noble offer,