1610.
TO THE VERTVOVS
Ladie, the Ladie Elizabeth Clere,
Wife to the Right Worshipfull
Sir Francis Clere, Knight.
My muse, that whilome wail’d those Briton kings,
Who vnto her in vision did appeare,
Craues leaue to strengthen her night-weathered wings,
In the warm sun-shine of your golden Clere:
Where she (faire ladie) tuning her chast layes
Of England’s empresse to her hymnicke string,
For your affect, to heare that virgin’s praise,
Makes choice of your chast selfe to heare her sing: