This light ohumbrat, Arthur courts the North
The Earle of Glencairne.And servd a noble Earle of auncient worth
Full eighteene yeares: till death that darts our woe
First smote his Lord and then his Countesse so:
Now they are fled, and he is left alone
Till heavens provide his hopes some happy one
Which if to his desert, such fortune came,
A Princely service, might his merit clayme.
Where wishing both his fate, and worth to be
I’le Venice leave, and visit Lombardie.