She and her love we have sentenced to die, Not for her marriage onely, tho that deede Crownes the contempt with a deserved death, But chiefly for she raild against thy worth, Upbraided thee with tearmes so monstrous base That nought but death can cleare the great disgrace.

And farre from any judgment it confered For lightnes comes from harts, and not from lookes, And if inchastity possesse the hart; Not painting doth not race it, nor being cleare Doth painting spot it: Omne bonum naturaliter pulchrum.

That use Ile make; He that neglects a blessing, Though he want present knowledge how to use it, Neglects himself; May be I have done you wrong Lady, Whose love and hope went hand in hand together; May be my brother, that has long expected The happie houre and blest my ignorance; Pray give me leave Sir, I shall cleare all doubts.

Yet hope I well that, when this storme is past, My Helice*, the lodestar of ray lyfe, Will shine again, and looke on me at last, With lovely light to cleare my cloudy grief.

Starr'd all with lights; Which with my drawne sword rifling, in a roome Hung full of Pictures, drawne so full of sweetnesse They struck a reverence in me, found I a woman, A Lady all in white; the very Candles Took brightnesse from her eyes and those cleare Pearles Which in aboundance falling on her cheekes Gave them a lovely bravery.

What starres so ere you are assur'd to grace The firmament (for, loe, the twinkling fires Together throng and that cleare milky space, Of stormes and Phiades and thunder void, Prepares your roome) do not with wry aspect Looke on your Nero, who in blood shall mourne Your lucklesse fate, and many a breathing soule Send after you to waite upon their Queene.