The Commonweale stoode well, and when it did thence slide.
The fifth as Debora, declared thee to be sent,
From Heaven, a long comfort to us thy subjectes all:
Therefore goe on, O Quene, on whom our hope is bent,
And take with thee this wishe of thy town as finall:
Live long, and as long raygne, adourning thy countrie
With Vertues, and mayntayne thy people’s hope of thee:
For thus, thus Heaven is won: thus must you pearce the sky.
This is by Vertue wrought, all other must nedes dye.’
