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PRESENTED TO THE QVEENES MAIESTIE BEING THEN at Cambridge, for the name of his degree.

A Price , extracte from hautie house,
a Prince of pompouse porte
Approcheth here, whose auncitours,
triumphe in glories forte.
Cum noble lustie Poets cum,
strike vp in regall rate,
To pennes, to pennes, pursue the chase,
ye haue a game of state.
If, wit maye win a woorthie name,
if vertue purchesse praise,
If heauenlye hue deserue an hyer,
her bruite then let vs blase.
Eche Realme, doth boste him of his prince:
eache wryter doth aduaunce
His soueraigne: then happie we,
thryse happie, is our chaunce,
To whome the mightie puissaunte God,
hath lente a Queene of pryce,
Whose fame we iustly maye procure,
vnto the cloudes to ryse.
What pleasaunte smylinge, twincklynge starres,
what goddes of witte so greate,
Coulde fynde, for such excellente giftes,
in place so small a seate?
Well nature well, now maiste thou daunce,
and pastyme for a tyme,
For neuer shalt thou creature woorke
so quyte deuoide of crime.
O, maye not we full rightly tearme,
that sacred Royall breste,
A paradize, where chaste aduice,
of godlinesse doth reste?


Ye kynges, that rule by seas and lande,
and ye infernall ghostes,
Beare wytnesse nowe, we haue a Queene,
of whome our Ilande bostes.
And Cambridge, nowe thou doest inclose,
(hye thankes to hym aboue:)
A wyght, whome all the worlde adores,
And God hymselfe dothe loue.