Boue all her sexe that euer yet was seene;
To her I sing of loue, that loueth best,
And best is lou’d of all aliue I weene:
To her this song most fitly is addrest,
The Queene of loue, and Prince of peace from heauen blest.
Which that she may the better deigne to heare, v
Do thou dred[4] infant, Venus dearling doue,
From her high spirit chase imperious feare,
And vse of awfull Maiestie remoue:
In sted thereof[5] with drops of melting loue,