Dead suitors whom Westminster saw;
There are many, but your name is single,
The flower of pure law.
When bounty of grantors was gracious
To enfeoff you in fee and in tail,
The bounds of your land were made spacious
With lordship from Sale unto Dale;
Trusts had you, and services loyal,
Lips sovereign for ending of strife,
And the names of the world’s names most royal