ELIZA TRIUMPHANS.  

YE precious shells that lie on Lybian shore,  
Or Nilus' sable sands in needless store,  
Or in the wealthy deeps that western lie,  
The muddy mines of Indian treasury.  
Where ever incofred in the lowly clay,  
(There spiteful nature shrouds your shining ray)   

Yield up the Pearls that in you buried been,  
To deck the triumphs of the Maiden Queen.  
The six-square Berill with his fiery shine:  
The chaste green Smar aged, ruddy Sardian stone,  
The Sardonix with mixt-lesse colours dressed,  
Calmy Androdamant that aye loveth rest,  
The costly Chrysolite of golden green,  
The Jasper king of wholesome medicine.  
A chates black, and clear could Crystalline.  
Chaldean Sagda, cool Topazion,  
Some in her vaulted Diadem be set  
Enameling her costly coronet.  
Some bind the borders of her branched gown,  
In seemly ranks descending fairly down,  
Or in her crisped locks be loser laid,  
Or doubling oft her bared bosom shade.   

Give place ye Persians with your Tissued trains,  
Which base times accounted sovereign  
Give place ye proudest Queens that were arrayed  
In curious needle works of the Tyrian maid.   

Lo here the Art of Nature, pride of Art,  
United been, yet strive for greater part  
Nature the matter, Art doth claim the make,  
And both their glory from her grace do take.  
discerning eye deal unto each his due,  
And give the verdict with an equal view.   

The Lion is the forests King,  
The flore-dece the pride of spring  
The three in numbers leads the Ring  
The square doth make the surest thing  
Foure-quartars can divide the best.  
The circle is the perfectest,   

The cross once bore the holiest  
Well may the crown become their crest  
Which all desine the worthiest.   

A shame on him that thinks amiss,  
Or grudges at Eliza's bliss,  
Grow ever green victorious Laurel tree,  
Whose branch she bears in such solemnity  
And thou fair bow, bud out and spring anew,  
That mightst unto the world her triumph show.  
Mean while preferred by her gentle grace  
To the revenging sword or awful Mace.   

Round globe the figure of her kingdoms right,  
Due unto hereby sire's subduing might  
Betoken thou to her impiring hand,  
The Northern world, and neighbour western land  
From scattered Orkneiss unto Piren hills,  
The sea-divided Earth's her Empire fills.   

Upon two Piles of Trophe-like ascent,  
Much like the spires of Egypt's monuments,  
Sat there two Nymphs arrayed in lighter weed  
To show the wondering world her virtues meed.  
th'one with a bending Palm, and band of Bays,  
The signs of many fortunate assays,  
Victory self shall Crown her aged head,  
While conquered Spain shallbe her captive led.  
The other on her crowned Temples bears  
A garland made of yellow wheaten Ears.   

Her left hand holdeth up the Horn of store,  
Her right the wreath that erst Pomona wore,  
Peace in her Reign, and plenty in her peace,  
And in her plenty pleasure, and sweet ease  
Wars in her Peace, and Conquests in her war,  
And fame of Conquest Crowns the Conqueror   

Thus doth Elyza Triumph on her day,  
Whiles her Nouembers sliden soft away.  
Slide on ye blessed Months to those forepast,  
And with the world wind up your course at last.   

The Lion awe, the flower her fair estate,  
Terneon perfect, square sure situate  
Four quarters equal rule Circle large governance  
The cross her piety, and sufferance.    

These are to be sold in Paul's Churchyard at the Brazen Serpent by Robert Dexter, 1597.