Had I a brazen throat or voice infract,
A thousand tongues, and rarest words refin’d,
With vtterance swifter, then the swiftest winde;
Yet were they all too weake at large to tell
The gifts of grace, that in her soule did dwell.
15.
Her setled faith, fixt in the highest heau’n,
Remained firme vnto her liue’s last date,
Nor her vndanted spirit could be driuen
At any time one iot thereof t’abate