TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD CH. HOWARD, LORD HIGH ADMIRAL OF ENGLAND, KNIGHT OF THE NOBLE ORDER OF THE GARTER, AND ONE OF HER MAJESTIES PRIVIE COUNSEL, &C. AND ye, brave Lord, whose goodly person age And noble deeds, each other garnishing, Make you ensample to the present age Of th' old heroes, whose famous ofspring The antique poets wont so much to sing, In this same pageaunt have a worthy place, Sith those huge castles of Castilian king, That vainly threatned kingdomes to displace, Like flying doves ye did before you chace, And that proud people, woxen insolent Through many victories, didst first deface: Thy praises everlasting monument Is in this verse engraven semblably, That it may live to all posterity. |