Here we have a table-text for Lok’s poem, replicated from page 166 of Petrarch and the English Sonnet Sequences by Thomas P. Roche, Jr.  (New York:  AMS Press, 1989).  In an Appendix on page 549, Roche also provides the text of two Latin mottos that surround the square.  In my diagram below I have, for simplicity, placed these mottos (and translations) at the top and bottom of the square.  In Roche’s Appendix G, he points out a complex structure of squares and pillars and crosses forming smaller poems within the ten-by-ten square.  For example, the pillars down from E and F read:   

God makes kings rule for heaue[n]s; your state hold blest                       

And still stand will their shields; fear yields best rest. [Roche, p. 550]

One may also discover a five line poem with four words in each line by tracing the sequence of squares 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and using the corner-words.   One of the crosses is indicated by grey shading in the diagram and the verse is revealed by starting with “Rare” and tracing down beneath the letter A, then, in the fifth line going left to the border of the square—and continuing to trace the left half of the grey-shaded central cross down to the bottom of the diagram—then jumping up to B and further continuing from “Grace” to trace down and right through the right-half of the cross, ending on “Builds.”  The three words prior to “Builds” may be enclosed in parentheses as an aside.

     

Haec Quadrata Firma Forma (This square is a strong form)   

                

God

5

Hath

pourd

forth

Rare

Grace

On

This

Isle–

And

5

Makes

cround

4

your

rule

Queene

In

the

same

So

4

still

Kings

lawd

THis

3

saint

Faire

that

wish

truth

3

doth

stand

Rule

so

long

time

2

milde

Prince

Ioy

2

land

it

will

For

proofe

you

showes

1

wise

1

of

earths

race

whome

There

Heaues

haue

vp

held

Iust

1

choice

1

whome

God

thus

sheilds

Your

stocke

of

Kings

2

worlds

rich

of

2

spring

and

feare

States

fame

Knows

3

farre

Praise

Isle

which

ALl

3

blisse

yeilds

Hold

God

4

there

fore

sure

stay

of

all

the

4

Best

Blest

5

is

your

raigne

Here

Builds

sweet

Peace

true

Rest

5

In Hoc Signo Vinces (In this Sign You Will Conquer)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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