the publisher insisted on a Latin title
Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum
….HailGod King of the Jews…[
At least this time I could publish it under my own name. By the Wife of Captain Alphonso Lanier, Mistress Amelia Lanier. God has always giventhe power to wise and virtuous women to bring down the powerful intheir pride and arrogance, as Deborah hammered a tent peg through theskull of proud Cesarus.So I sent out my little booke with letters to the noble ladies of England, asking for their support. My letters to these great one--blessedwith Fame--are my last hope to raise my sad dejected Muse. Shut uphere in sorrow’s cell, poor and full of care, what else can I do? Will womanhelp woman? Will they read my verse? Will they judge if what I havewritten agrees not with the text. Will they seek out virtue? Will they speakgood of me and my endeavors, by their favorable and bestinterpretations, or will they quench my work by their wrongconstructions? We shall soon find out.[
] THE COUNTESS OF CUMBERLAND.
Here comes the first of them. An expert on seamanship and therichest woman in England, will she navigate the true virtue of my verse?[
enter Countess of Cumberland. Amelia does a deep curtsey
Your grace! Most excellent and Right Honorable lady, I am sodeeply honored to see you.
. And I, my dear Amelia, was happy to be honored by yourpoem.
In my poor state, having neither rich pearls of India, not finegold of Arabia, nor diamonds of inestimable value, with the writing of myunworthy hand I can but hold up a mirror, dear Madame, to your mostworthy mind.
Not that I understood it of course.
. I did but deliver to you Countess, the sweet balm from thebeautiful tree of life. It is so super-excellent, in all its parts, that itexceeds for beauty and riches all the most precious jewels of the world.
For your best wishes for my health, that I may continue toshine my light in the world in increase of health and of honor, for all of that Amelia, you have, of course, my thanks. I can see it is a poem aboutChrist.
. Our noble Lord [
……but is it not a bit, just a tiny bit, macabre? There may Ihis bleeding body all embrace, and kiss with tears of sorrow his dying