There, as in glasse, I did behold, what day before did show,
That beautie, strength, wealth, world’s vaine pompe, and all to dust do go:
There did I see triumphant death beneath his feet tread downe
The state of kings, the purple robe, the scepter and the crowne:
Without respect with deadly dart all princes he did strike,
The vertuous and the vicious prince to him been both alike:
Nought else they leaue vntoucht of death except a vertuous name,
Which dies, if that the sacred nine eternize not the same:
Why then (ye thrice three borne of Ioue) why then be ye despis’d?
Is vertue dead? hath daintie ease in her soft armes surpris’d