Whose loftie surge is[1321] like the battelments
That compast high built Babell in with towers,—
Welcome, my lords, welcome, brave westerne kings, 5
To Englands shore, whose promontorie cleeves
Shewes Albion is another little world:
Welcome says English Henrie to you all;
Chiefly unto the lovely Eleanour,
Who darde for Edwards sake cut through the seas, 10
And venture as Agenors damsell through the deepe,[1322]
To get the love of Henries wanton sonne.