Her, he did love; her, he alone he did honour;
His thoughts, his rhymes, his songs were all upon her.
To her, he vowed the service of his days;
On her, he spent the riches of his wit;
For her, he made hymns of immortal praise:
Of only her; he sang, he thought, he writ.
Her, and but her, of love he worthy deemed:
For all the rest, but little he esteemed.
Ne her with idle words alone he vowed,