My thoughts ascending the hie house of fame,
Found in records of vertuous monuments
A map of honours in a noble frame,
Shining in spight of deaths oft banishments:
A thousand colours Loue sate suted in,
Guarded with honour and immortall time,
Lust led with enuie, feare, and deadly sin,
Opposde against faire Loues out-liuing line.
True Constancie kneeld at the feet of Loue,
And begg'd for seruice, but could not procure it:
Which seene, my heart stept forth & thought to moue
Kind Loue for fauour, but did not allure it:
Yet when my heart swore Constancie was true,
Loue welcom'd it, and gaue them both their due.