Great are thy fortunes Nero, great thy power, Thy Empyre lymited with natures bounds; Upon thy ground the Sunne doth set and ryse; The day and night are thine, Nor can the Planets, wander where they will, See that proud earth that feares not Caesars name.

"You Enthrall Powers which the wide Fortunes doon Of Empyre-crown'd seaven-Mountaine-seated Rome, Full blowne Inspire me with Machlaean rage That I may bellow out Romes Prentisage; As when the Menades do fill their Drums And crooked hornes with Mimalonean hummes And Evion do Ingeminate around, Which reparable Eccho doth resound.