In th’happie horoscope of her sweet birth, Both heauen and nature seemed to consent With fortune’s selfe t’augment their fame on earth, Each one in hope to perfect their intent, By this queene virgin and her gouernment, And 'mongst themselues, they seemed to contend, Who should to her the greatest gifts extend. 13. For when from _Annae’s_ wombe, she came to light, Th’whole aggregate of heau’n from Ioue’s high throne, Vnto the lowest orbe lookt blithe and bright, And in the same, each constellation Vnited was in sweet coniunction, Powring their influence of felicitie Vpon the virgin’s blest natiuitie. 14. Nor can I tell the gifts of grace exact, With which heau’n did enrich her royall mind, Had I a brazen throat or voice infract, A thousand tongues, and rarest words refin’d, With vtterance swifter, then the swiftest winde; Yet were they all too weake at large to tell The gifts of grace, that in her soule did dwell. 15. Her setled faith, fixt in the highest heau’n, Remained firme vnto her liue’s last date, Nor her vndanted spirit could be driuen At any time one iot thereof t’abate By Spaine’s sterne threats, and Rome’s pernitious hate, The ankor of the same, her hope, aboue Stood fixt vpon the promise of great Ioue. 16. Her deeds of mercie, not in hope to merit, Were true ostents of her fidelitie, For which a name on earth she shall inherit Which shall outliue the vading memorie Of spiteful! Rome’s defaming forgerie; For not alone did we her bountie know, But forren shores the same likewise can show. 17. Heau’n hauing dignifi’d her soule diuine, With rarest gifts of goodly qualitie, Dame nature’s selfe, as seeming to refine The common mixture of mortalitie, Into a matter of more puritie, Made for her soule a mansion house so faire, That few with it for beautie might compare. 18. And though her beautie were exceeding rare, Yet Rome’s Lucretia for a sober eie So far renown’d, with her might not compare, Nor the Greekes constant queene Penelope, Might match this maiden queene for modestie: For Phœbe’s selfe did want her gouernance In modest gesture and chaste countenance. 19. Thus heau’n and nature hauing shew’d their skill In perfecting a creature so diuine, Fortune, as loth so rare a worke to spill, At our Great Britaine maid did not repine, But did to her all happinesse assigne, Whereby no prince on earth yet euer was, That for rare gifts _Eliza_ did surpasse. 20.