She modest was in all her deedes and words,
And wondrous chast of life, yet lou’d of Knights and Lords.
Full many Lords, and many Knights her loued, xxxvi
Yet she to none of them her liking lent,
Ne euer was with fond affection moued,
But rul’d her thoughts with goodly gouernement,
For dread of blame and honours blemishment;
And eke vnto her lookes a law she made,
That none of them once out of order went,
But like to warie Centonels well stayd,