Of me, dame Fame, he wanne the honoure,
As I my trompe after his death have blowen;
Whose sounde aloude can not be overthrowen.
Thus in flamynge tonges all aboute I flye
Throughe the worlde wyth my winges swyftly.
Julius Sezar.
And of the worthy Sezar Julyus,
All about wyth golden beames bryght,
His name shall dure and be full gloryous;
In all the worlde wyth ardaunt tongues lyght