Thus (Sovereign Lady of our laws and us)
Zeal may transform us into any shape.
We, which with trembling hand the pen did guide,
Never well pleas’d, all for desire to please;
For still your rare perfections did occur,
Which are admir’d of Muses and of men.
O, with how steady hand and heart assur’d,
Should we take up the warlike lance or sword,
With mind resolv’d to spend our loyal blood
Your least command with speed to execute!