Noe more of councell: Harke! the trumpetts sound,
And the grave organ’s with the antheme drown’d
The Church hath said amen to all their rites,
And now the Trojan horse sets loose his knightes;
The triumph moues: O what could added bee,
Save your accesse, to this solemnitye?
Which I expect, and doubt not but to see ’t,
When the kings favour and your worth shall meete.
I thinke the robes would now become you soe,
St. George himselfe could scarce his owne knights know