For in this worlde so wide is none can him come neere:
The rarest man he is in Musick's worthy arte
That now on earthe doth live, I speak it from my harte,
Or heere to fore hath been, or after him shall come,
None such I feare shall rise that may be calde his sonne.
O famous man! of skill and judgemente great profounde,
Let heaven and earthe ringe out thy worthye praise to sounde;
Nay, lett thy skill it selfe thy worthye fame recorde
To all posteritie thy due desert afforde;
And let them all which heere of thy greate skill then saie,