The Lord’s anointed our Elizae’s name,
So thy great name ’gainst enuie’s biting rage,
May finde like fauour in the world’s last age.
378.
After this rebel’s ruine, in whose life
Rome did such hopefull confidence repose,
Hoping through him to raise some home-bred strife,
Vnable now t’auenge her on her foes,
By honour’d meanes in dealing martiall blowes;
Being senselesse of all princely roialtie