To the greate Macedon my fayre Queene I compare
whose manly harte by valure so Conquerd nations
As hyr Princely mynde by wisdome more then rare
Subdued hathe manye and myghtye affections

His haughty Desier the worldes Empyre alured;
To the which by Armes and Fortune he attayned
Hyr worthy Merits the worldes love hath procured
Through bewty and bountye moste happely gayned

And as he cruelly his Roiall handes dyd stayne
with their loyall bloode that for his Glory had fought;
So mercyles Shee with hyr woundynge eyes hath slayne
Their yeldinge hartes that hir prætious love have sought

But gryefe alas to tell amydste this Pompe and pryme;
Quaylde weare his Conquestes throughe mortall Destenye
As hir bewtyfull lymmes triumphant over tyme
Are banyshte sweete delights throughe Devyne chastytie