Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
For when braue spirit did _Gilbert’s_ thoughts excite,
To saile the seas to search for worlds vnfound,
This worthie poet with that noble knight
In th’angrie surge, alas, was helplesse drown’d,
And swallow’d vp within the deepe’s blacke sound:
Yet life to _Gilbert_ dead, his verse doth giue,
And his owne name, in his owne verse doth liue.
349.
But leaue we heere those valiant men, that loue
To diue the deepes of Neptune’s high command,
To see the wonders of the mightie Ioue,
And view meane while, with what auspicious hand,
_Eliza_ guides her plentious peopled land,
Whose royall raigne and bountie debonaire,
Time’s time to come shall count past all compare.
350.
While those bold martialists, that for their fame
In skill of warre affaires were so renown’d,
Did by their swords immortalize her name,
So those graue aged fathers, peeres profound,
In depth of iudgement with wit’s laurell crown’d,
In swaying th’empire’s scepter all her daies,
Did guide her steps in the true path of praise.
351.
Like gods in counsell in the state affaires,
They sate in senate skill’d in all things done,
Deeds past and future, carrying by their cares
Through broken sleepes the course of things begun
Striuing in dead of night the time t’outrun,
By good aduice, by plots, and counsels close,
T’oppugne, preuent, and circumuent their foes.
352.
From whom in care of state the royall maid
Did counsell take, as from the mouth of Ioue,
Still rul’d with reason, as in power obey’d,
Not led with false opinions fond selfe-loue,
But by their sound aduice did euer proue,
How she with lawes respect might best command,
Seeing Ioue had put the scepter in her hand.
353.
And with intent, that in her maiden brest
A deepe impression of that pregnant wit
In vse of lawes, by vse might be imprest,
Mongst the graue senate she did often sit,
And her conceit to consultation fit:
All princes that true vertue’s race do run,
The starre-bright light of counsell will not shun.
354.
As the good shepheard with respectiue right
Of his meeke flocke, drownes not the night in sleepe,
Nor spends the compleat day in his delight;
Who distant farre vpon some mountaine steepe,
Yet nere in care them safe from spoile doth keepe:
So her chiefe care, as carelesse how to please
Her owne affect; was care of people’s ease.
355.
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