THE ROTBANE
By iv'ry path thou didst thy passage mark,
Through mizzle's masque afore a rotweav'd wake,
Thy bows the reaping gale of Grambletark.
No twice-lost sight could fail to catch thy drake
His thrusting blade thy scabbard's own to take;
>From loy'lty's pearl the sword-sons three did spring,
Each doom'd to die alone and ne'er be king.
--Wilm Waddlewit (fl. 1570s)