Verses that were giuen to the Quenes maiestie.

AS Thonder cracks with horlyng noies,
ronns ratlyng through the Skies,
For feare whereof greate flocks of Sheepe,
to Folde or couert flies:
Or as the dreadfull Iudges voice,
of life sharpe sentence giu's,
And causeth captiu's quake for feare,
that vnder mercie liu's.
So hearyng from your highnesse mouth, a worde of woders weight,
Like hound I clapped doune my eares, & coutcht in kenell streight:
And droupyng in this worlds disdain, that drounds eche good desart,
I suckt vp sighes as sorrowe shapt, to breake a blistred harte.
Yet gripyng greef in gronyng brest, bred no sutche swellyng sore,
But salue of sweete contented minde, had healed long before:
Though nere the dongeon of dispaire, in darcknesse did I dwell,
And Caron came with carefull boate, to rowe me doune to hell.
I held my hands to heauen hye, where hope and helpe is had,
And so apeald to hym aboue, that heauie minds maie glad:
Feare not quod he of froward Fate, that fast on people fauls,
Nor shon not (for a cottage poore) the princely golden hauls.
In Court thou shalt thy credite seeke, for she who scepter beares,
Shall showe thee fauour when I list, and looke vpon thy teares:
Her iudgement tries the gold fro drosse, & where doeth vertues bud,
She frankly speaks and frely giu's, and flings forthe worldly good.
When he that rules the hartes of kyngs, had told this tale to me,
To court I came for cause well knowne, and knelyng on my kne:
At closet dore where Prince doeth passe, to praier mildly than,
I found by words and gracious lookes, I was a happie man.
O blessed be that cherefull browe, where Phebus beams did shine,
And euerlastyng light remaine, amid those blessed eyne:
That like the starrs or Lampe of daie, that blaseth broad in Skies,
Doeth driue darke clouds & night awaie, whe blostryng blasts arise.
And as there burns greate gifts of grace, in her like candle clere,
So God vphold her blessed face, emong vs many a yere.