With sim’ilar labours, Gestes so great, so new 1

“With sim’ilar labours, Gestes so great, so new Of valour never viewed, nor reached by thought, To Honour shall ye rise so high, so true, To excellences Heaven’s will hath wrought ’Mid worlds of men for you and only you, While Phœbus warms what salty billows moat: Rare boons be these which rarely doled we find To man, and only in you men conjoin’d.