And helms unbruised waxen daily brown.
There may thy Muse display her flutt'ring wing,
And stretch herself at large from east to west;
Whither thou list in fair Elisa[16] rest,
Or, if thee please in bigger notes to sing,
Advance the Worthy whom she loveth best,
That first the White Bear to the stake did bring.
And, when the stubborn stroke of stronger stounds
Has somewhat slack'd the tenor of thy string,
Of love and lustihead then mayst thou sing,