This said, she lightlie toucht each trembling string,
And with sweet voice did thus diuinelie sing.
ENGLAND’S ELIZA.
1.
When England’s Phœbus Henrie’s hopefull sonne
The world’s rare Phœnix, princely Edward hight,
To death did yeeld, his glasee of life outrun,
And Phœbus-like no more could lend his light:
Then men did walke in shades of darkesome night,
Whose feeble sight with errors blacke strooke blind,