To the Right Honourable, Theophilus, Earle of Suffolke, Lord Howard of Walden, Knight of the Garter

The great Iebovah who did e'rst create
Heaven, earth, and all, and all doth gubernate,
Ever He help you ward the Host , within
Of honour'd graces, that the world hath seen
Plac't in the Cabinet of your true heart:
He help you ward them, be teach you the art,
Into your heart who did the grace instill,
Lively your heart with new supplies to fill.
Vertue will so a ward most sure make you,
Saving your Countrey, as a Peere most true.

He help you ward the Host , if need there be,
Of armed Souldiers, and that destiny
Will that the malice of our foes beat back,
A sure defence of men we do not lack,
Rightly will he help you to ward the Host ,
Deare honour'd heart, whose name implyeth most
Entire firme love to God, the surest Post.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.