As none can fayne their dignifying:
There, Love clasps his glad wings in flying,
Love ever firme, Love never dying.
"Loves stings in him are still sustained,
Yet is my clerke nor pinde nor pained:
Joy hath no part in him restrained,
To whom his love beares thoughts unfained.
"Palled, and leane, is thy elected,
Poore, scarce with cloths or skin contected,
His sinews weake, his brest dyjected,