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.