Philo to the Lady Calia, sendeth this Odolet of her prayse
  in forme of a Piller, which ye must read downward.

  Thy princely port and Maijestie
     Is my ter rene dei tie,
        Thy wit and sense
        The streame & source
        Of e l o quence
        And deepe discours,
        Thy faire eyes are
        My bright load starre,
        Thy speach a darte
        Percing my harte,
        Thy face a las,
        My loo king glasse,
        Thy loue ly lookes
        My prayer bookes,
        Thy pleasant cheare
        My sunshine cleare
        Thy ru full sight
        My darke midnight,
        Thy will the stent
        Of my con tent,
        Thy glo rye flour
        Of myne ho nour,
        Thy loue doth giue
        The lyfe I lyve,
        Thy lyfe it is
        Mine earthly blisse: 
   But grace & fauour in thine eies
   My bodies soule & souls paradise.

The Roundell or Spheare.

The most excellent of all the figures Geometrical is the round for his many perfections.  First because he is euen & smooth, without any angle, or interruption, most voluble and apt to turne, and to continue motion, which is the author of life:  he conteyneth in him the commodious description of euery other figure, & for his ample capacitie doth resemble the world or uniuers, & for his indefiniteness hauing no speciall place of beginning nor end, beareth a similitude with God and eternitie.  This figure hath three principall partes in his nature and vse much considerable:  the circle, the beame, and the center.  The circle is his largest compasse or circumference:  the center is his middle and indiuisible point:  the beame is a line stretching directly from the circle to the center, & contrariwise from the center to the circle.  By this description our maker may fashion his meetre in Roundel, either with the circumference, and that is circlewise, or from the circumference, that is, like a beame, or by the circumference, and that is ouerthwart and dyametrally from one side of the circle to the other.

A generall resemblance of the Roundell to God, the world and the Queene.

All and whole, and euer, and one, Single, simple, eche where, alone, These be counted as Clerkes can tell, True properties, of the Roundell.  His still turning by consequence And change, doe breede both life and sense.  Time, measure of stirre and rest.  Is also by his course exprest.  How swift the circle stirre aboue, His center point, doeth neuer moue:  All things that euer were or be, Are closde in his concauitie.  And though he be, still turnde and tost, No roome there wants nor none is lost.  The Roundell hath no bonch or angle, Which may his course stay or entangle.  The furthest part of all his spheare,