ABSTRACT
My poetic metres will sing of you, most chaste virgin monarch, powerful Elizabeth […] Sad Lucretia is praised with great honour […] you have deserved greater praise. She was fortunate to be born from noble parents, but your lineage makes you semi-divine […] The land of Rome bore her, but England, which should be held equal to Rome, gave you your milk as she bore her power. […] O Elizabeth […] most sacred monarch, you are welcome as you come to us […] O goddess worthy of God.
