Scipio and Cæsar, with the rest that did excel
In martial prowess; high thy glory do admire.
All hail! therefore, O worthy Philip immortal!
The flower of Sidney's race, the honour of thy name.
Whose worthy praise to sing, my Muses not aspire.
But sorrowful and sad these tears to thee let fall:
Yet wish their verses might so far and wide thy fame
Extend, that Envy's rage nor time might end the same.
