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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

To the Most Rare Vertue of True Humlilitie. Vpon the Crowne of Thornes

XLI. Anonymous

KING GODFREY would not weare

A diadem of golde,

When Christ his Lord did beare

A crowne of thornes, whose every cruell folde

That royal head did teare;

Dipping their sharp points deepe,

While angels stood to weepe,

In that most precious bloud,

Whose venerable floud

Made wither’d stockes green bud, and leaues to beare.

Godfrey’s deuotion

Findes now a starry crowne,

In city more by much

Noble and faire then that recouered towne.

Whom Christ’s thornes doe not touch,

Whom his blood mooueth not,

Who hath Christ’s loue forgot,

Were he the greatest thing

That euer was call’d king.

At being spurn’d to hell ought not to grutch.