Cease then, yee black-mouth’d brood of enuie’s race, Men monsters like, or monsters like to men, Whose tongues with scandall tipt, seeke to disgrace Our royall soueraigne, Ioue’s anoynted queene, Whose like in any age hath seldome been: Cease vipers, cease I say, from your offence, In spitting poyson at such excellence. 21. Yet, if your English Romanized hearts, Gainst nature’s custome swell with foule defame, Brandish your stings, and cast your vtmost darts Against the greatnesse of her glorious name, Yet shall it liue to your eternall shame; Yea, though Rome, Spaine, and hell it selfe repine, Her fame on earth with sun-bright light shal shine. 22. And while that we, the brood of Phœbus wit In golden verse her deeds to light can bring, On mount Parnassus, as we safely sit, In such high straine her worth we all will sing, That earth’s whole round of her great fame shall ring: For endlesse praise to her well may we giue, That did protect our cause, while she did liue. 23. O, how the wreath of Phœbus flowring bay, The victor’s due desert, and learning’s meed, Did flourish in her time without decay! Which to obtaine, each one did striue t’exceed In high atchieuement of some glorious deed: Though now, alas, such custome is forgot, And loue of ease great Albion’s sonnes doth blot. 24. Lull’d in the bosome of securitie, Vpon th’ignoble bed of idle ease, Foully defacing true nobilitie, Few now do care, but how they best may please The hungrie fancie of sweet loue’s disease, That pitie ’tis so many a worthie wight, Let’s honor flie for fancie’s fond delight. 25. But wake, yee honor’d impes of noble race; Rouze vp the dying sparkes of courage bold, ’Tis Clyo speakes to you, that she may place Your lasting praises writ with lines of gold, In flying fame’s great booke to be inrol’d, Yea let your father’s late done deeds inflame Your sleeping thoughts to gaine a glorious name: 26. Who thought it not true honor’s glorious prize By nimblie capring in a daintie dance, To win th’affects of women’s wanton eies, Ne yet did seeke their glorie to aduance By only tilting with a rush-like lance, But did in dreadfull death themselues oppose, To winne renowne against _Elizae’s_ foes. 27.