Sir Philip Sidney

Nicholas Baxter, in Sir Philip Sydneys Ourania (1606) Sig. M3v.

Likely he was to mannage Martiall armes,
Well could he couch in rest his dreadfull Speare,
He rode as one that scorn'd Thessalian charmes,
Nor did he any strange adventures feare:
The Armes and Shield which I did see him beare,
Were coloured blew, thicke set with silver Starrs:
His Shield an azur'd Porpentine, with golden barrs.

His waving Bases manaced the skies,
Like as his Armour to Welkin semblant,
Couch'd in his Saddle close to enterprize,
Stratagems and adventures puissant.
If any in the earth were commorant,
And single Combat quicke to undertake,
Gainst hellish Monsters or Lernaean snake.

His steely helme, a Corronet of Bayes,
Empaled round: the penon of his Launce,
The ignorance of all the world displayes,
For when he gan, his warlike Speare t' advaunce,
Some golden Letters writ I read by chaunce.
The Motto was (if I remember right)
Learning Triumphs in Envies great despight.