For above all goddes, syns our father's fale,
We, Jupiter, were ever pryncypale.
If we so have beene, as treuth yt is in dede,
Beyond the compas of all comparyson,
Who coulde presume to shew, for any mede, 10
So that yt myght appere to humayne reason,
The hye renowne we stande in at this season?
For, syns that heven and earth were fyrste create,
Stode we never in suche tryumphaunt estate
As we now do, whereof we woll reporte 15