This order then dame vertue kept in store
For such, as did her sacred selfe adore.
17.
In this new flourish of my flowring spring,
When honor’s hopefull buds appear’d in mee,
And promis’d goodly fruit in time to bring,
My forward thoughts being set on fier, to free
My natiue land from Saxon tyrannie:
With phantasie still working ’gainst the foe,
In sleepe this spectacle to me did show.