How worthy a treasure thou art to the virtuous?
Thy praise no pen may write, nor no tongue tell.
For I, who am called Virtuous Life,
Have in this world both honour and dignity:
Immortal fame of man, child and wife,
Daily waiteth and attendeth on me.
The commodity of virtue in me you may behold,
The enormity of vice you have also seen:
Therefore now to make an end we may be bold,
And pray for our noble and gracious Queen.