Where doth eternal happiness derive
All poet’s knowledge of princes grow
Such fortune born of heaven’s stars do thrive
In seasons gone and beauty yet to know
If time wouldst befriend thy heart ever pure
Thy dear perfection here be richly set
I promise thee my heart that groweth sure
Loveliness charms a jester’s solemn debt
Thine art of living tis grace cheered above
Constant stars do show thy youthful glee
Whereon methinks truth’s ballads bravely love
As winds of change carry mine love to thee
And all that is within me gracious be
A love most rare to last eternally.