Couentry, that do'st adorne The Countrey wherein I was borne, Yet therein lyes not thy prayse Why I should crowne thy Tow'rs with Bayes: _Couentry finely 'Tis not thy Wall, me to thee weds walled._ Thy Ports, nor thy proud Pyrameds, _The Shoulder-bone Nor thy Trophies of the Bore, of a hare of But that Shee which I adore, mighty bignesse._ Which scarce Goodnesse selfe can payre, First their breathing blest thy Ayre; 10 IDEA, in which Name I hide Her, in my heart Deifi'd, For what good, Man's mind can see, Onely her IDEAS be; She, in whom the Vertues came In Womans shape, and tooke her Name, She so farre past Imitation, As but Nature our Creation Could not alter, she had aymed, More then Woman to haue framed: 20 She, whose truely written Story, To thy poore Name shall adde more glory, Then if it should haue beene thy Chance, T' haue bred our Kings that Conquer'd _France_. Had She beene borne the former Age, _Two famous That house had beene a Pilgrimage, Pilgrimages, the And reputed more Diuine, one in_ Norfolk, Then _Walsingham_ or BECKETS Shrine. _the other in_ That Princesse, to whom thou do'st owe Kent. Thy Freedome, whose Cleere blushing snow, 30 Godiua, _Duke_ The enuious Sunne saw, when as she Leofricks _wife, Naked rode to make Thee free, who obtained the Was but her Type, as to foretell, Freedome of the Thou should'st bring forth one, should excell city, of her Her Bounty, by whom thou should'st haue husband, by riding More Honour, then she Freedome gaue; thorow it naked._ And that great Queene, which but of late _Queene_ Rul'd this Land in Peace and State, Elizabeth. Had not beene, but Heauen had sworne, A Maide should raigne, when she was borne. 40 _A noted Streete Of thy Streets, which thou hold'st best, in_ Couentry. And most frequent of the rest, Happy _Mich-Parke_ eu'ry yeere, _His Mistresse On the fourth of _August_ there, birth-day._ Let thy Maides from FLORA'S bowers, With their Choyce and daintiest flowers Decke Thee vp, and from their store, With braue Garlands crowne that dore. The old Man passing by that way, To his Sonne in time shall say, 50 There was that Lady borne, which long To after-Ages shall be sung; Who vnawares being passed by,