Of all the Kings that euer here did raigne,
Edward, nam’d fourth, as first in praise I name:
Not for his faire outside, nor well-lin’d braine,
Although lesse gifts impe feathers oft on fame.
Nor that he could, young-wise, wise-valiant, frame
His sires reuenge, ioyn’d with a kingdomes gaine;
And gain’d by Mars, could yet mad Mars so tame,
That balance weigh’d, what sword did late obtaine.
Nor that he made the floure-de-luce so ’fraid,
(Though strongly hedg’d) of bloudy lyons pawes,
That wittie Lewes to him a tribute paid:
Nor this, nor that, nor any such small cause;
But only for this worthy King durst proue
To lose his crowne, rather than faile his loue.