The Heauens and Nature whe my Loue was borne,
Stroue which of both shuld most adorne & grace her:
The sacred heauens in wealthie natures scorne
With wisedomes pure infusion did imbrace her:
Nature lent wings to wisedome for her flight,
And deckt my Ladie with such heauenly features,
As nere before appear'd in humane sight,
Ne euer sithence in terrestriall creatures.
(Quoth Wisedome) I will guide her constant hart
At all assaies with policie to relieue her:
(Quoth Nature) I will cast those gifts apart,
With outward graces that I meane to giue her.
Yet were they reconcil'd, and swore withall
To make her more then halfe celestiall.