Divinitùs: To the thrice famous and farre renowned Vniversitie of Oxford

DEARE Sister of my ever-loued Mother,
From whome this little that I haue I drew,
Ingratefully greate light I cannot smother,
Some lesser sparkes, which I deriu'd from you,
Which first enflam'd to this, my duller spright,
And lent in darke, my Muse her candle light.

Faire Academe, whome Fame and Artes conspire,
To make thee mirror to all mortall eine,
Within our Sphaere, that Europe may admire,
The gratious Lampe that on thy brow doth shine:
And shewes the TRVTH around by land and sea,
Directing thousandes erring, in their way.