Free from all foggs, but shining faire, and cleare,
Wise in all good, and innocent in ill,
Where holly friendship is esteemed deare,
With Truth in love, and Justice in our Will.
In Love these titles onely have their fill
Of happy life-maintainer, and the meere
Defence of right, the punisher of skill,
And fraude, from whence directions doth appeare.
To thee then, Lord commander of all hearts,
Ruler of our affections, kinde, and just,
Great King of Love, my soule from faigned smarts,
Or thought of change, I offer to your trust,
This Crowne, my selfe, and all that I have more,
Except my heart, which you bestow'd before.