shed, with thy Fayerie Court,
I looke on Cynthia, and Sirenas sport,
As, on two flowry Carpets, that did rise,
And with their grassie greene restor'd mine eyes.
Yet giue mee leaue, to wonder at the birth
Of thy strange Moon-Calfe, both thy straine of mirth,
And Gossip-got acquaintance, as, to vs
Thou hadst brought Lapland, or old Cobalus,
Empusa, Lamia, or some Monster, more
Then Affricke knew, or the full Grecian shore!
I gratulate it to thee, and thy Ends,
To all thy vertuous, and well chosen Friends,
Onely my losse is, that I am not there:
And, till I worthy am to wish I were,
I call the world, that enuies mee, to see
If I can be a Friend, and Friend to thee.

THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOVRT.

[Stanza 1: _The law Salique was, that women should not inherite; which
law, Edward the third, by his right to the Crowne by his mother,
cancelled with his sword: for so much as at that time made way to his
clayme, though in France that law bee inuiolable._]

Ceas'd was the Thunder, of those Drummes which wak'd
Th'affrighted French their miseries to view,
At Edwards name, which to that houre still quak'd,
Their Salique Tables to the ground that threw,
Yet were the English courages not slak'd,
But the same Bowes, and the same Blades they drew,
With the same Armes, those weapons to aduance,
Which lately lopt the Flower de liz of France.

[Stanza 2: _Henry the 4. so named of a Town in Lincolne Shiere, where he
was borne._]

Henry the fift, that man made out of fire,
Th'Imperiall Wreath plac'd on his Princely browe;
His Lyons courage stands not to enquire
Which way olde Henry came by it; or howe
At Pomfret Castell Richard should expire:
What's that to him? He hath the Garland now;
Let Bullingbrook beware how he it wan,
For Munmouth meanes to keepe it, if he can.

[Stanza 3: _Henry the fift borne at Munmouth in Wales. Dowglas in that
battaile slew three in the Kings coat Armour._]

That glorious day, which his great Father got,
Vpon the Percyes; calling to their ayde
The valiant Dowglass, that Herculian Scot,
When for his Crowne at Shrewsbury they playde,
Had quite dishartned eu'ry other plot,
And all those Tempests quietly had layde,
That not a cloud did to this Prince appeare,
No former King had seene a skye so cleere.

[Stanza 4: _Wickliffe a learned Diuine, and the greatest Protestant of
those times._]

Yet the ric