To you, to you, all song of praise be due,
Onely for you the heavens forget all measure.
3 Who hath the lips where wit with fairenes raigneth,
Who womenkinde at once both decks and staineth:
To you, to you all song of praise is due,
Onely by you Cupid his crowne maintaineth.
4 Who hath the feet whose steps all sweetnes planteth,
Who els for whom Fame worthie trumpets wanteth:
To you, to you all song of praise be due,
Onely to you her scepter Venus granteth.