My shape, some sayde, was seemely to ech sight,
My countenaunce did shew a sober grace,
Mine eyes in lookes were neuer proued light,
My tongue in words was[1976] chast in euery case:
Mine eares were deafe and would no louers place,
Saue that, alas, a prince did blot my browe,
Loe, there the strong did make the weake to bowe.
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The maiesty that kings to people beare,
The stately port, the awefull cheere they showe,