By such unfuted speech, should hindered be.
A Strife is growne betweene Vertue and Love,
While each pretends, that Stella must be his;
Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love doe this,
Since they doe weare his badge, most firmely prove;
But Vertue thus, that title doth disprove.
That Stella, (ô deere name) that Stella is,
That vertuous Soule, sure heyre of heavenly Blisse:
Not this faire outside, which our hart doth move;
And therefore, though her beauty and her grace,