O the cleane contrary way.
"O happiest kingdome that ever was kind,
Come love mee where I lay;
And happie the king that hath such a friend—
The cleane contrary way,
O the cleane contrary way.
"Needs must I extoll his worth and his blood—
Come love mee where I lay;
And his sweet disposition soe milde and soe good—
The cleane contrary way,