Well may you be a Saint , whose innocence
In your Progenitors, without offence,
Liv'd fast unto their Soveraigne, and did still
Love them with hearty, and a firme good will:
In you abides their nature, as their bloud,
And you as ready are in doing good;
Manly indeed as any Stanley , if

Such cause should be your Prince should need reliefe;
The which ev'n God forbid should e're befall.
Admiring at your Grace, they Sains you all:
Nathles they know, that as a Dove you are.
Likewise doth Wity wit in you appeare;
Ev'n practising what Christ commanded you,
Your Wily wisdom Saintlines ensue.