O peerelesse prince, that northerne starre so bright, Whose shine did guide vs to the port of rest, When our pure virgin lampe did lose her light, If from thy sight these ruder times be blest, But with one kingly glaunce, graunt this request, As liuing thou didst honour her great name, So shee being dead, O king, still loue the same. 377. Persist, persist, to grace her being dead, Who liuing did to thee all grace proclaime, Against her name permit no scandall spread; But quell those black-mouth’d monsters that defame The Lord’s anointed our _Elizae’s_ name, So thy great name ’gainst enuie’s biting rage, May finde like fauour in the world’s last age. 378. After this rebel’s ruine, in whose life Rome did such hopefull confidence repose, Hoping through him to raise some home-bred strife, Vnable now t’auenge her on her foes, By honour’d meanes in dealing martiall blowes; Being senselesse of all princely roialtie He sought reuenge by basest treacherie. 379. [Sidenote: _An. Reg. 35._] Hight _Lopez_ he, that was for physick’s skill, Highly respected in the prince’s grace, Corrupted was her loued life to spill, And had the helpe of heauen not been in place, The roiall virgin in a moment’s space In stead of that, which should haue life protected Had tasted death in poison strong confected. 380. [Sidenote: He suffered death, _Anno Reg. 36_.] But that great King of heau’n, whose watchfull eie Did euer guard her maiden brest from taint Of timelesse death, the drift did soone descrie, And made false _Lopez_ in the fact to faint, Depicturing out his fault in feare’s constraint, Who wretched traytor, for his blacke deed done, Blacke death and scandall in the world hath wonne. 381. Rome’s demi-god that can at his dispose By power from heau’n dispence with villanie, Thus did his sanctitie of life disclose, In plotting by inglorious treacherie, Basely to act a virgin’s tragedie; Whose force for fight seem’d both on seas and land, Too full of death for him to countermand. 382. Yet once againe with contumelious vaunt, Inuasion threatned was against this land, Which did our queene’s great heart so little daunt, That to her conquering fleet she gaue command, Which readie rig’d lay on the English strand, To seeke the foes for fight in their owne home, Thereby to ease them of their toyle to come. 383. [Sidenote: The honorable voyage to Cadiz, _Anno Reg. 38_. Set downe in the end of the last part of the second volume of Nauigations of _R. Hakluit_.]