Which Pallace doth containe, two foure-squar’d Courts,
Graft with brave Works, where th’ Art-drawne pensile sports
On Hals, high Chambers, Galleries, office Bowres,
Cells, Roomes, and Turrets, Plat-formes, stately Towres:
Where greene-fac’d gardens, set at Floraes feet,
Make Natures beauty, quicke Appelles greet:
All which surveigh’d, at last the mid-most gate
Design’d to me, the Armes of that great state,
[X. 502.]The Earles of Cathnes; to whose praise inbag’d,
My Muse must mount, and here’s my pen incadg’d: