That locke the hearts of euery gazing louer
Within your lookes, whence all delight doth spring,
Of this faire queene vouchsafe to heare me sing,
And let her life, to whom she was vnknowne,
A Mirrour be for them to gaze vpon.
359.
It was, alas that now it is not so,
Praise-worthie deem’d amongst diuinest dames,
In learning’s lore their leasure to bestow,
For which the muses to their lasting fames,