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TO THE DVKES GRACES departynge.

Aryse reporte dothe runne abroade,
that Fame hath fethered wynges:
By healpe wherof, from eare to eare,
posthaste the goddesse flinges.
An harbynger, oft tymes to wight,
to speedie in her flight,
She flynges and friskes, through landes and seas,
she neuer loues to light.
O fame, where dydste thou then soiorne?
Inuironde in what place,
Waste thou? that we in no wise knewe,
the commyng of his grace:
His worthie noble princely grace,
whose martiall feates of warre,
Whose high attemptes, and hardie hande,
dothe fraie his foes from farre.
If vnderstandyng had ben geuen,
yf thou hadste sayd the worde.


The Duke shall come, that valiant Duke,
That weeldes the wreakefull sworde.
No penne, no poet shoulde haue seaste,
nexte to the very beste,
In trymme attyre, of sundry toungues,
his praise we woulde haue dreste.
Then beare with vs, (O famous prince)
Your commynge was not knowne,
Though verses ebbe, yet loue aboundes,
our heartes is, all your owne.