The Inns of Court ANAGRAMMATIST: OR, The MASQUER masked in ANAGRAMS.  
Expressed in Epigramique lines, upon their several Names, set down in the next Page.  
Composed by FRANCIS LENTON Gent. one of Her Majesty's POETS.  
Plectra gerens Erato saltat pede, Carmine vultu.  
LONDON: Printed for William Lashe. 1634.   


Sir THOMAS DAYRELL, Martial.  


Gray's Inn.  
JOHN READE.  
JAMES AISKOUGHE.  
EDWARD PAGE..  
JOHN CRAWLEY.    


Inner Temple.  
EDMUND CAREW.  
ARTHUR BAKER.  
JOHN FARWELL.  
REGINALD FOSTER    


Middle Temple.  
ROBERT OWEN.  
PHILIP MORGAN.  
MARTIN HARVEY.  
ROBERT COALE.    


Lincoln's Inn.  
JOHN NORTH.  
EDWARD HERNE.  
HENRY MACSEY.  
STEPHEN JAY.      

TO THE FOUR HONOURABLE SOCIETIES, AND famous Nurseries of Law, the Inns of COURT.  
YOu Noble stocks of Gentry, Plants that higher  
Grow, till you unto the Cedar's height aspire:  
You cream o'th' kingdom, either in your wealth,  
Wit, learning, valour, or just laws loved health,  
Who, by your worthy breed, births, and blood,  
Are chose for Guarders of your Country's good:  
And to that end are here trained up by Fate,  
To be the glory of great Britain's state:  
I here present you with the Masquers names  
Of your four Houses, in quick Anagrams,  
Led by that then made Knight, who first I place  
In these conceits, as Captain of that grace;  
Which each of you deserved, and in high merits,  
Showed England's Gallantry, and Noble spirits.  
Accept my Muse then, which shall make you merry,  
Like rich Nepenthe, Nectar, or old Sherry;  
And for your grace that way, my best endeavour  
By hand, head, heart, shall wait on you for ever:  
Let not rash anger then, blame my intent,  
To gain your loves with mirth, I only meant.  
The true honourer of your persons, pedigrees, and dignities, FRA. LENTON.   

To my friend, Master Francis Lenton, upon his ANAGRAMS.  
HE that upon so many several Names,  
Dares undertake to write true Anagrams,  
Had need well know how dangerous a path  
His Muse doth tread; the narrow scope she hath,  
Confines his Fancy to so straight a list,  
As not to be condemned, if she hath missed  
In some, his higher aim; yet if in one  
Or two, or more, his happy Fate hath shown  
A Poet's Art; the world may well excuse  
Other defects, if not applaud his Muse:  
For, knowing men will all conclude in this,  
Where one proves fortunate, a hundred miss:  
And if it chance some do the rest excel,  
(Of which detractors cannot speak, but well)  
He stands indebted to that name affords  
An Anagramme significant; those words  
That do sufficiently themselves express,  
Acquit his pains, and make his labour less:  
Others that more obscure Enigmas were,  
His lines lick into form (like a She Bear)  
Who newly hath produced a shapeless whelp,  
Makes it a perfect creature by her help:  
Read then, and laugh, and censure, if you be  
Impartial judges, and from Envy free,  
But Monsieur Critic, I'd have you suspend  
Your mews; and not cry down, what you'll ne'er mend.  
Thine ever, JOHN GOYSH.   

In commendation of the Author's late ELEGY, and present ANAGRAMS.  
WHo veiled in blacks, Melpomene's sad face,  
Trips now with Erato in a masking pace:  
You that would read a lamentable strain,  
His dying Swan, behold with Royal Chain:  
Gentiles, if Here you laugh, it is enough,  
His Muse (he swears) dispatched it with a puff.  
I. M.   

Anagramme upon the Martial Leader of the glorious Inns of Court Gallants, the noble minded Knight, Sir THOMAS DAYRELL. Anagr. LED ALL TO HIGH MARS.  
GReat jove and juno, once desiring sport,  
To show the glory of the Inns of Court,  
Commanded them a most renowned task,  
Only present them with some pleasant Mask;  
The Nurseries of Law, and best bred blood,  
Fulfilled their pleasures, with one passing good;  
Whose rare performance, & whose every name,  
In foreign parts set forth their peerless fame:  
The brave Conductor of this Courtly train,  
This worthy Knight was chosen, & did gain  
Immortal Honour by his graceful pain.  
For, as he led them all to Mars his Court,  
To beauteous Amazons of every sort,  
Who like to Basilisks, kill with their eyes,  
(If Cupid's shafts do once our soul's surprise)  
So gracious jove, viewing his Martial spirit,  
Crowned his deserts with Title of a Knight.  
And now that Worthy, who to Mars led all,  
Sir Thomas Dayrell, we delight to call:  
No Captain in these latter times was seen,  
training so rich a troop to King and Queen:  
Miles, both Knight and soldier signifies,  
From which may He to higher honour rise.   


Gray's Inn. Two Anagrams upon the name of that proper and well proportioned piece of Nature, the courteous accomplished, JOHN READ, Esq. Anagr. 1 DEAR HONEY. 2 AID HER ON.  
A Mother Lady (in familiar phrase)  
Ravished with his rare presence, & his praise,  
Doth (not unaptly) by her language sweet,  
With lips of honey, this young Gallant greet,  
Thou dearest life, o'th' hive, thou sweetest honey,  
(Which common markets yield not for our money)  
Whose looks are pure, & whose melting taste,  
Deserves to be in Lady's Closets placed,  
Though furrowed years upon my forehead's set,  
And little unto Nature am indebt,  
Though we are almost at our journey's end,  
Think not we dote, when we your form commend  
Nor judge amiss, when our weak pulses beat,  
Whilst we are living, we retain some heat,  
Then though your activeness refuse our task,  
By dancing Revels at this glorious Masque;  
Yet here's a Daughter young, pray aid her on,  
For she may prove to be your Paragon;  
No doubt but she will please you every way,  
In the majestic Dance, the Song, the Play,  
On Lute, Theorbo, Voyall, Orphorion,  
Or any other music you shall try on;  
Assist her gently then, and (with a grace)  
After the action, aid her to her place:  
So shall the sweetness of your nature done,  
Merit her love, by aiding of her on:  
And if there ever was it'h Hive such honey,  
Give me this Gallant, for he's for my money.   

Anagramme upon the name of that well compact proportion, most active body, and free minded Gentleman, Master JAMES AISKOUGHE. Anagr. SO GAVE HIM A KIS.  
Coming amidst th'heroic courtly Dames  
Of Britain's orb, whose fair & beauteous fames,  
Outstrip the universe, and by election  
Strike deep'st into each nations strong affection:  
I saw this spark, a spark which kindled fire  
On every side, & made flames mount the higher.  
The lovely Nymphs which did on juno wait,  
With his quick active strength, were taken straight,  
And save their modesties durst not advance  
Their meanings; yet each mind with him did dance:  
As well they might, and blame them not, for he  
Rose with such spirit and dexterity,  
Such nimble courage, and such active spirit,  
Up to each amorous Lady's Navels height,  
That they were charmed, and in Love's silency,  
Whispered each other, Lord what a back hath he?  
And like retreat of a victorious Drum,  
Or like the Universities grave Hum,  
Or like the clapping of the hands that day,  
In the applause of a well taking Play,  
So Majesties, Nobilities, and all,  
(For cutting high) gave him the golden Ball:  
And as his glory herein did abound,  
(Whilst echo still redoubled the sound)  
So each chaste Nymph (in her white souls desire)  
Gave him a kiss, and all did him admire.   

Anagramme upon the name of the courteous Gentleman, Master EDWARD PAGE.. Anagr. DRAW DEEP AGE.  
HOwever youth may vault upon this stage,  
Yet know, all pleasures must resign to age,  
And age to dust, when our small hour glass  
Is run, and not a sand there left to pass:  
The longest lived vegitive must lose its sap,  
And fall by winds, or by some thunder clap,  
The sturdy Stag (after a hundred years)  
Dying, bedews his cheeks with his own tears,  
Old Nestor, and more grave Methuselah,  
Have spun their threads, and gone the common way  
Of all frail flesh, then think not to withstand  
Death's cruel dart, and most impartial hand;  
Though once a King called age but pain and sorrow,  
Sick here to day, & sudden gone to morrow:  
Yet the same King did length of days uphold,  
Fo●e Royal honour, or rich Ophir gold:  
Then may your blessed years be multiplied,  
And offspring like sweet Plants on every side,  
Long may you draw fresh air before you sleep,  
Or be as one gone down into the deep,  
And wheresoever I lead my pilgrimage,  
My dirge shall be, that you may draw deep Age.   

Two Anagrams upon the name of that hopeful Barrister, and proficient in the Law for his time, the courteous, and well spoken, JOHN CRAWLEY, Esq. Anagr. 1 I VALV HER COIN▪ OR, 2 I VALV HER CONEY.  
Lawyer's (although they use not to purloin  
Like Usurers) yet by instinct, love coin,  
And though distracted Clients do him curse,  
If the cause cross them, he's ne'er the worse,  
Valuing his or hers, if his due fee:  
Or else his tongue will very silent be,  
But if fair virtue in her soul doth shine,  
(Which makes a mortal creature half divine)  
If coin he values more than that, his Name  
Himself and Anagram, shall bear the blame,  
Nor dare I think it, cause I know his merit  
In that great Masque spoke his more noble spirit.  
No, no, brave Masquers, all mark your loved Brother,  
Values a little of the one, and other.  
I heard some Lawyers, though their fees be common,  
Will take but small fees of a handsome woman:  
But tell you truly, he may value either,  
So that his valuation wrongeth neither,  
Which his mature judgement can decide,  
And safe 'twixt Scylla and Charybdis ride.  
Thus you may value both, but (ruled by me)  
Nor Coin nor Coney should have mastery.   

On the same. JOHN CRAWLEY. Anagr. CON HIGH LAWYER.  
EXalt thy honour, Con, apply thy way  
In Law, that thou in justice seat may sway  
The righteous Cause, and make the quarrel even,  
By which fair virtue, you aspire to heaven.  
Go on then worthy Barrister, and be  
Thy Father's equal in sincerity:  
Nor may the fallacies of time, nor age,  
Eclipse thy glory on this terrene Stage.  
Con then, and higher rise in the Law's lore,  
Comfort the rich, timely relieve the poor;  
Then shall your virtuous parts, & honour live,  
Till I can lave the Ocean with a sieve.    


Inner Temple. A converted Anagramme upon the name of that mild and sweet natured active Gentleman, Master EDMUNDE CAREW. Anagr. 1 WE CURE DEMAND. OR, 2 WE DEMAND CURE.  
MIstake me not, We here doth signify,  
A speaker for this whole society,  
The vigorous Masquers all, whose every name,  
Triumphant rides upon the wings of fame.  
If any Lady then of juno's train,  
Of chaste Diana's (poor Actaeon's bane)  
Of Vesta's white sold Virgin sisterhood,  
Or any other Nymphs of Springs; or wood,  
Whose sacred knots, chaste thoughts, unspotted minds,  
Each one of us unto allegiance binds,  
Shall aught defending virtue, us command,  
Lo here we all with valour armed stand,  
In their defence, and (like a rock most sure)  
Whatsoe're they demand, we vow to cure,  
If the expense of either life, or blood,  
Can make an honoured virtuous conflict good,  
This only we (in loyal service) crave  
(Which a good mind would grant unto its slave)  
If any of us be love struck in heart,  
By Cupid's secret arrows, conquering dart,  
Which wounds us deep, & inwardly doth bleed;  
That then, oh then, even at the point of need,  
As you are lovely, modest, chaste, and pure,  
So let the Balsam of your loves us cure,  
When we demand or beg in virtuous way,  
To clasp you in loves sacred arms for aye:  
Thus if your Noble souls keep touch, even than  
You shall be honoured both by gods and men,  
Then both our sexes shall be known the truer,  
We fought your battles, you our wounds did cure.   

Two Anagrams upon the name of the much loved Gentleman, Master ARTHUR BAYKER. Anagr. REBUKE HER ART.  
IF any Lady (ne'er so highly borne,)  
Good natures ornaments doth seem to scorn,  
And in her pride by chance forgets her duty,  
By adding to her better form beauty;  
Thinking thereby to mend the Maker's fault,  
Who first that tenement did make of nought;  
Forbear her not, though she thy soul doth keep,  
Nor let her in that sin securely sleep,  
But tell her plainly what that jesabel  
Got, when she (painted) from her window fell;  
And say no more, if then she'll not relent,  
Tho Grace her name was, she will ne'er repent;  
But in her vain persist, till Death's cold dart  
Hath made both dust of her, and her frail art:  
For where good conscience is not woman's guide  
No marvel if that sex do backward slide,  
Then fear not noble Sir to speak your mind,  
Not in an angry, but a modest kind:  
For yet (I vow) I never saw bad face,  
But looked the worse by that vermilion grace;  
And good, the world may easily espy,  
Is quite deformed by such fond treachery;  
Then well bred spirit be she ne'er so tart▪  
Although she hates you for't, rebuke her art,  
For doth she mend her face, she'll mar the rest,  
If art can find out a more abler guest.   

On the same Name, ARTHUR BAKER. Anagr. HURT A BARKER.  
IF't be your happiness a Nymph to shrive,  
Your Anagramme is here imperative,  
Or to yourself, or others, when they boast  
Of dainty cates, and afterwards cry roast.  
A guest invited to a curious feast,  
Partakes some choicer dish amongst the rest,  
But therewith not content his bulk to fill,  
(His mind not fed) puts forth a question still,  
When, where, and how that rarer piece came here,  
Which makes them wish him choked with his good cheer.  
Then Noble Sir, how ere you chance to speed,  
Let not the open streets proclaim your deed:  
The Dog that barks before he bites I ween,  
Forewarns us of the mischief might have been:  
But he that robs, and after tells the shame  
With his rude tongue, truss him up for the same;  
Therefore I wish all valiant spirits to hate  
And hurt him who fares well, yet needs must prate.   

An Anagram upon the name of that apt and forward Gentleman, Master JOHN FARWELL. Anagr. WE FALL O● HIRCIUS.  
WE whose warm blood & youthful fire  
Kindles quick flashes of desire,  
When we beheld those amorous faces,  
Decked with good nature, and the Graces,  
Cannot refrain, but being charmed  
By the blind naked child unarmed,  
We marching to the Martial field,  
Meet with a dart which makes us yield,  
But not retire, for when that blow  
Hath wounded us, we forward go,  
And neither fire, nor water flee,  
So our adored Saint we see,  
But (touched) our ardent souls do press,  
Till we loves object do possess,  
To which if we attain, our pleasure  
Valued with all the world's rich treasure,  
Doth far o'reprise it in the height  
Of loves transcendent true delight.  
Then if my Mistress chance to slide,  
And (willing) trips down on her side,  
I know not how to do her honour,  
But imitate, and fall upon her:  
For ever 'twas a woman's will,  
To have us do as they do still:  
If thus we opportunely watch,  
Young or old▪ Dotrils we may catch.   

An Anagram upon that cautelous and courteous Gentleman, Master REGINALDE FOSTER. Anagr. TRIED NO FALLS GEAR.  
THough hasty youth by natures apt to try,  
Aught that delights the fancy, or the eye,  
And still the mind of man is apt to range,  
To several objects, and affecteth change;  
Yet view a Mirror here, whose settled mind  
In his minority is not inclined  
To such unstaidnesse, but doth quench that fire,  
Which youths loose blood doth prompt to lewd desire,  
And by employments of a virtuous way,  
The heat of such rude flames he doth allay,  
And if there be (as noised abroad) I hear,  
Ladies or Lasses that do wear false gear,  
It may be so, but those he'll not abide▪  
No counterfeit by this young blade is tried,  
He is too cautelous, ere to be caught,  
With an unnatural, or thing of naught;  
But solely sets down wisdom for his guide,  
Which quickly doth the good from bad decide.  
Scarce any of his fellow Masquers here,  
Will swear they never tried such fictive ware,  
Unless fair Hymen then afford it you,  
'tis virtue if you try, nor false nor true.    


Middle Temple. An Anagramme upon the Name of that valiant and martial minded Gentleman, Master ROBART OWEN. Anagr. BORNE TO WAR.  
YOur Anagram brave Sir, revives the star,  
Shined at your birth, from Mars the god of war;  
Which gives you of a stout, and valiant spirit,  
To equal Tudor, or Glendores high merit,  
Whose Christian was your surname, and whose fame  
Lives in your true and ancient British name,  
Aspire then by your Arms, worth to obtain,  
And let not Venus pull Mars back again  
Into her lustful lap? the Planet so  
May alter, and enthrall you to the Bow  
Of her blind Boy, where his fell tottering harms  
Are far more cruel than the god of Arms:  
But if you must retreat, leaving that field,  
And (conquered) unto Lady's laws must yield,  
jump on a Nymph of spotless Vesta's choir,  
Whose thoughts are pure, till Hymen gives desire,  
(Or one of chaste Diana's daughters, who,  
Though they may think, no lustful action know,  
But take heed of a new made face or skin,  
That's not so fair without, as foul within,  
So shall you show your valiant temper, and  
By your cool life, the chastest Dame command:  
Thus if to Mars his brawls you are not borne,  
Fight with a wife, but with a wagtail scorn.   

An Anagram upon the name of the courteous and affable Gentleman, Master PHILIP MORGAN. Anagr. GO LIP HIRCIUS MAN.  
IF sober kisses silent Prologues be,  
The further to endear society,  
The fair salutes of this our formal Nation,  
Which first from holy Writ began that fashion:  
If those be signs and pledges of our love,  
Which inwardly a strong affection move,  
If by the taste of those sweet cherry hills,  
And interchanged breath, our love distils  
Into each others inward secret parts,  
And often times surpriseth both our hearts:  
If those blessed meetings kindle such a flame,  
As coldest winds can never quench the same.  
Go lip or kiss her Sir, for now I spy  
A spark new flown from her quick lovely eye,  
Into your amorous bosom, which will hear  
The chillest frozen heart, and make it sweat  
Till it's assured, that she is its friend,  
Who did that bolt of Cupid to him send;  
And so she is no doubt, else your exile  
Had been decreed by frowns, but not a smile:  
Go freely then, and kiss her once again,  
For she is wounded too, and lives in pain,  
Till legally that precious jewel's lost,  
Which her fond Parents have so often crossed,  
Wear that thy kiss hath won, kind natured man,  
And thank not fortune, but Celestial Pan.   

An Anagramme upon the name of the hopeful and prosperous sailing Gentleman, Master MARTIN HARVEY. Anagr. ARRIVE AT HER MINE.  
EAch Microcosm is like a ship at Sea,  
Tossed with storms & tempests every way,  
Now with a gentle gale and prosperous ●a●le,  
Then blustering Aeolus his mirth doth qua●le▪  
I'th' morning of his years with pleasant wing  
He cuts the Ocean, whilst the Mermaid sing  
On glistering sands, as if the sea Nymphs lays,  
Did echo to the Rocks his early praise,  
In his meridian flags do flourish still,  
Seeming to offer winds unto his will.  
And on he flies with his well ballast Bark,  
Chirping sweet Music like the lofty Lark,  
Till wasting downwards, after his full height  
Wearied with pleasure, on the earth doth light;  
Thus hoary age accurs, as mortals strive  
At some safe harbour, timely to arrive,  
Whilst one is shipwrecked, and another crossed,  
This gains the gold, and that the venture lost,  
Then worthy Sir, if you intent to wive,  
Strike sails, and into her rich treasure dive:  
And doubt not (favoured youth) but all is thine,  
If happy pass arrives you, at her Mine:  
She values man more than her drossy treasure,  
Sight she loves well, but touch is her true pleasure.   

An Anagram upon the name of the heroic and high spirited Gentleman, Master ROBERT COAL. Anagr. BEARR'T COOLER.  
THough heat of spirit, vigour of the soul,  
Loves masterhood, and hates the world's control,  
Making a pish at that which contradicts,  
And violently spurns, if aught afflicts,  
Which birth and wealth assists, and by this way,  
Makes our rude passions, reason oversway;  
Yet certainly it hurts, and such hot moods,  
Dry up the moisture of our vital bloods,  
Nor doth it well become a gentile mind,  
By pedigree, to be so ill inclined;  
They should be courteous, affable and mild,  
Which steals affection, seeming to beguile  
The total world of its true love, and praise,  
Which crowns such virtue's with eternal Bays,  
Yet where the justice of the cause clayms merit,  
Be Tigers fierce, or of a Lion's spirit;  
But upon every trifle that doth thwart,  
Draw not each vein o'th' net unto your heart,  
O bear it cooler; let wise Patience  
Tell you, rash acts produce but penitence,  
And he most valiant, is accounted still,  
Who conquers his affections, and his will;  
Should you by chance to choler then be given,  
Bear't cooler, & you'll sooner climb to heaven.    


Lincoln's Inn. An Anagramme upon the name of the Honourable and Noble minded Gentleman, JOHN north. Son to the Lord North. Anagr. thorn HONY.  
HEre's sweet & sharp, here's honey on a thorn,  
Couched in the name of him that's Nobly borne:  
His nature unto honey may allude,  
Sweet, mild, and healing, hating aught that's rude.  
thorn may imply his better natures wrong,  
Hurts where it healed, if with ill language stung;  
And both united, may be thus applied,  
No virtue shines, but vice, that light would hide▪  
But i'll explain it a more merry way,  
A Nymph amongst the woods walking to play,  
Seeing honeycomb on thorn, desired to lick,  
Save that her nature feared the prick,  
Yet thinking that she never plucked a Rose,  
But her fair hand to hurt she did expose;  
She ventured on, and as the Comb distils,  
(Holding the thorn) her thawing mouth she fills,  
And herewith not content, she loves it so,  
She vows to fill her belly ere she'll go:  
Saying, O Lord, in truth should I be sworn,  
ne'er did I taste such honey on a thorn:  
This is the fable, you the Moral are,  
And the sweet honey that she found so rare,  
Then if your Mistress in blind love can see,  
She may take honey from your thorny tree,  
By whose most sweet concoction, amorous taste,  
She may grow fat, and burnish in the waist.   

An Anagram upon the name of that attractive Gentleman, Master EDWARD HERNE. Anagr. DRAW HER NED.  
IN drawing out your real Anagramme,  
You may conceive that I abridge your name,  
In the word Ned; yet once the Poet spare,  
If with your name he's too familiar,  
For in his service, and obsequious ends,  
You'll find his masking must make you amends:  
That word Equivocal, which bids you draw  
Her, is not meant by rigour of the Law,  
Nor to compel her love by force of Arms,  
(For Mars his shield fell down at Venus' charms)  
And some (though few) if you go ways uncivil  
To virtue, you as soon may draw the devil,  
But if you mean to win, and make her sure  
By your fair carriage, draw, attract, allure  
Her loving soul, than she half way will meet,  
And in Loves Coelique orbe your person greet:  
Nor think that if you prosecute, she'll fly,  
Or if retire, she'll be the contrary,  
Like to the shadows proverb; but I ween  
That Adage fails, when Phoebus is not seen,  
But where an able body she doth find,  
Linked with essential graces of the mind,  
A comely presence, and an active limb,  
Which seems by lofty Capers, air to climb.  
Her amorous soul cannot those parts withstand,  
But (struck by Cupid) is at your command:  
All which you do possess, thus draw her Ned,  
And you may dance away her maidenhead.   

An Anagramme upon the name of the generous spirited Gentleman, Master HENRYE MAXEY. MACSEY. Anagr. I CAME NYE HERS.  
EAch lusty S hath the liberty  
Of dancing, and may boldly then come nigh,  
Or her, or hers; if in a fitting place  
Her gentle nature doth permit that grace:  
So I of that society being one,  
Sought to come nigh her best affection,  
Which she accepted, and (without deferrs)  
Came just as nigh to mine, as I to hers:  
And had our tender souls thought it no sin.  
As we came nigh so one on's had gone in.   

An Anagramme upon the name of the courteous Gentleman, Master STEPHEN JAY. Anagr. A HIGH STEP IN.  
IT is the nature of the soul t'aspire,  
And upwards fly, like sparks or flames of fire,  
As not contented with this lower frame,  
But seeking still the place from whence it came,  
Which may the reason be as I suppose,  
Why higher spirits do not here repose,  
And set their rest up with a competence,  
But strive for honour and magnificence.  
Thus by or wealth, or friends they favour win  
And to the height do climb, a high step in;  
So this brave spirit by his resolved endeavour▪  
Which in a virtuous path did still persever,  
By person, parts, and graces of the mind,  
The Fates to him a higher place assigned,  
Fron Inns of Court (great'st Gentryes education  
Unto the Royal Court in near relation;  
And that I must account a step in 〈…〉  
Which doth approach such 〈…〉  
〈◊〉 step indeed, where I desire  
〈◊〉 fair deserts may flourish, and grow higher,  
And that each Noble spark of this brave train,  
May serve those Deities without disdain.  
Set on as this your Brother doth begin,  
From Inns of Court, to Court▪ a high step in.   
FINIS.