Eliza guides her plentious peopled land,
Whose royall raigne and bountie debonaire,
Time’s time to come shall count past all compare.
350.
While those bold martialists, that for their fame
In skill of warre affaires were so renown’d,
Did by their swords immortalize her name,
So those graue aged fathers, peeres profound,
In depth of iudgement with wit’s laurell crown’d,
In swaying th’empire’s scepter all her daies,