Of th’elder world, my trophies all cast downe,
And let my deeds in waues of silence drowne?
As if twixt best and worst no ods there were,
When both alike are laid vpon the bere.
4.
Long hauing slept, and now rouz’d vp by fame
That keepes the due reward of doing well,
In hope thy pen will helpe to raise my name
Out of obliuion’s den where it did dwell,
In course I come my storie’s truth to tell: