Thou art the lips where sacred kiss hath breath’d
Wrought with the embrace of thy beauties lost
Who with all their souls mine life hath thee griev’d
That all to oft thy dream is thine alone tossed
Thy dearest art beloved as rose blooms
Which I enraptured hath ordained love
And where charms endear and thy beauty looms
And all senses filled with joy from above
Ergo a life so majestic and fair
That time thine cherished bliss hath understood
As virtue tis light, that sunshine compare
With effect astound that world of thy good
Constant as mother’s heart and soul doth bare
And thou, fair love, leave mine heart in thy care