Vnto the which her sweet voice she did frame
To sing the praises of Elizae’s name.
Which hauing done, shee thus did silence break;
“Would God,” quoth shee, “her prayses I could speak,
Who claimes a greater power her praise to sound,
Then Phœbus self, if greater could be found:
Yet will I triall make with all my might,
With her great fame the golden starres to smite:
Which while I sing, heark thou with heedful eare,
And in thy mind the same hereafter beare:”