"From Tuscane came my lady's worthy race, Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat. The western isle, whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Cambor's cliffs, did give her lively heat. Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast; Her sire an Earl, her dame of Princes' blood, From tender years in Britain doth she rest, With King's child; where she tasteth costly food. Hunsdon did first present her to mine eyes; Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight. Hampton me taught to wish her first as mine, And Windsor, alas! doth chase her from my sight. Her beauty of kind; her virtues from above, Happy is he that can attain her love." The noble earl who lamented that Windsor chased her from his sight was suffering incarceration in Windsor Castle for eating meat in Lent. That the Fair Geraldine had made full conquest of his heart is shown by his conduct at a tournament at Florence, where he defied the world to produce her equal. He was victorious, and the palm was awarded the Irish beauty. Again, he is found resorting to a famous alchemist of the day to enable him to peer into the future, that he might know what disposition of her heart would be made by the lady of his affections. The only satisfaction he obtained was the seeing of Geraldine recumbent upon a couch reading one of his sonnets. This must have stirred his blood and have strengthened his faith in the ultimate success of his wooing. Had he obtained the revelation he sought, he would have seen the adored beauty, with that curious inconsistency of her sex, bestowing herself upon Sir Anthony Brown, a man sixty years of age, and who was forty-four years her senior. After his death she married the Earl of Lincoln, whom she also survived. There is no further record of the beauty whose fame extended over England and Ireland. The circumstance of Surrey's visit to the alchemist has been preserved in Scott's _Lay of the Last Minstrel_: "Fair all the pageant--but how passing fair The slender form that lay on couch of Ind! O'er her white bosom strayed her hazel hair, Pale her dear cheek, as if for love she pined; All in her night-robe loose she lay reclined And, pensive, read from tablet eburine Some strain that seemed her inmost soul to find; That favored strain was Surrey's raptured line, That fair and lovely form, the Ladye Geraldine."