Who may better sing and daunce amongs vs Ladies all,
Than she that doth hir louer’s heart possesse in bondage thrall?
Thus the most sacred vnity,
That doth our hearts combine:
Is voyde of wicked flattery,
The same for to vntwine.
No hardned rigor is our guide,
Nor folly doth vs lead:
No Fortune can vs twayne deuide,
Vntill we both be deade.