As the poetry of Fitzgeffrey is very little known, we shall give the Sonnet to Lady Drake as a pleasing specimen of his genius:

"Divorc'd by Death, but wedded still by Love,

For Love by Death can never be divorc'd;

Loe! England's dragon, thy true turtle dove,

To seeke his make is now againe enforc'd.

Like as the sparrow from the kestrel's ire,

Made his asylum in the wise man's fist:

So, he and I, his tongues-man, do require

Thy sanctuary, envie to resist.

So may heroique Drake, whose worth gave wings