Francis Blomefield,
History of Norfolk — Chapter 27
“ What art thou, Queen, that gods do love thee so? Who won their wills to be so at thy will? How can the world become thy cruel foe? How can disdain or malice seek to kill? Can sea or earth devise to hurt thy hap? Sith thou by gods doth sit in Fortune's lap.As heaven and earth hath vowed to be thine, So Neptune's seas have sworn to drench thy foes, As I am god, and all the waters mine, Still shalt thou get, but never shalt thou loose: And sith on earth my wealth is nought at all, Accept good will, the gift is very small. ”
