To honor, wit, and beauties excellency, Lucy Countesse of Bedford.

Sith hee whose pen is Poesies condit-pipe
(Whence flowes n deluge of cleare Helicon)
Thy name hath floted from Confusions gripe,
And howsd it in Fames heau'nlyest clarion:
Nay sith Apollos most refulgent sonnes
Haue crownd it with the brightest beames of praise
That maugre Enules base detractions,
It shall (admird) out-liue Times nights and dayes
How can my novght yeeld ought (or good or faire)
To thy perfections beames or glorious name?
It cannot, no, it can but that appaire,
Which Arte and Nature in their pride did frame:
If now I play the poet 'tis in this,
That I bely that which more gracefull is.