"Where are the gifts whose ensignes ye pretend,

(O dull inheritors of others praise!)

The vertues that your lordly armes commend,

And crown'd your ancients with immortall bayes? Amisse, faire Fortitude her coate displaies,

Where such as never durst maintaine the field

May beare a lion armed in their shield.

"Thou four-fold goddesse, that hast stem'd thy crowne With wisedome, valor, temperance, and right;

Place by thy side those heroes of renoune,

That temperate justice with discretion's might:

Let herauldry provide in honor's sight, That such as are with fathers goods possest, Retaine their vertues, or resigne their crest.

"Fine schollers, borne of Pallas' heav'nly braine

As she of Jove's, have purchasde this decree,-
From meaner Princes in their severall raignes

Dukes, Vidams, Barons, such as bravest be,
To muse of things that nobles do not see;
When their reward, though they be well regarded,
May be to be well thought of, scarce rewarded.

"Which made me, when I once had found the spring, Draw from the fountaine where the proudest drew,

Leaving the counsell, seeke unto the King;

And when my purpose was indeede to sue,

To sue to him ;-because I ever knew, Suing to courtiers with our best complaints, Like superstitious praying unto saints.”

WOLSEIUS TRIUMPHANS.

"CLIO, are all thy sisters scholler-like?

No court-like Muse for polliticke designes?

And onely for Apollo doe they strike

Their instruments, to what he most inclines?

Is this the reason that he ever shines?

No wonder if the world behold him bright;
Such virgins can give oyle to any light.

"Then shall no busie burd'ner of the pressé,

Without a Muse, stand riming at my waies: The more a novice seekes, he findes the lesse,

And sure the lesse he findes, the lesse he straies; No pollicie to silence now a-daies!

Let him that shall my famous life descry,

Write of my Triumphs, let the meanes go by.

"The glory of my Primacie affords

Discourse enough, O Time! to spend thine howres. Barren invention shall abound with words,

As Autumne doth with fruits, the Spring with flowres,

Summer with sun-beames, Winter-time with showres: Poets in vaine their stratagems devise,

Witte's want makes men desirous to seeme wise.

"But as a saphyre, hanging downe the brest,

A farre more orient glittering doth make,
Than doth a diamond of good request

Set in a bracelet; and more glorie take,
Not for the vertue, but the place's sake;

So did a clowdy saphyre dimme my light,
Not with his worth, but with his place's height.

"Grave auncient Warham, full of high desart,

The easterne Metropolitane of Kent,

A perfect Levite, of a loyall heart,

Fit for the temple whereto he was sent,

In all religious orders excellent :

No fault, but that he would not soone resigne

To me, and his large province change for mine.

"Which fault my Romish frends had soone espied; Their care was fervent catholike for me,

Who in their synode dide such meanes provide
For my advancement to more high degree,

As Canterburie should inferior be:

They chose me Cardinall, but mine owne voice
Had thought me worthy of an higher choice.

"They chose me Cardinall, and sent a hat:What choice? what hat? where was the triple crowne?

A Monmouth-man can do as much as that.

O had his holinesse bin in a sowne,

Or surfeited, or tooke some potion downe; St. Peter's church, St. Angell's famous towre, The seven-hills-citty, had bin in my powre.

"A second Vatican, a new Avignion,

Another Laterane I could invent;

For reliques, pomp, and church-division,

What had I car'd in glory to have spent

Mine owne, the churches, and the King's owne rent? Me thought, if friends and fortune had bin true,

I could have built all Italie anew.

"Wise chaplaines that had walkt a quiet pace, Good honest painfull graduates in their kind, Told me it was a step to higher place,

And such a step as few could ever find,

A lofty step, and stepping termes refin'd;
Step they that doubtful feare to clime on hie,
What neede he step, hath Wisdom's wings to flie.

"Now missing Clemens' crowne, I thought to take King Henrie's seale, High-Chancelor of the land; Which secular authoritie did make

Me able all their furies to withstand,

That in their wisedomes had severely scan'd.

A clergy-man his calling much impaires,

To meddle with the polliticke affaires.