Rais’d to this greatnes stands,
The Queene of forraine lands.
Which now euen seemes to face
The heau’ns, her glories place:
Nought resting vnder Skies
That dares affront her eies.
So that she needes but feare
The weapons Ioue doth beare,
Who angrie at one blowe
May her quite ouerthrowe.