At these thy nuptials; but, whose heart, and thought
Do wayte upon thee: and theyr Loue not bought.
Such weare true Wedding robes, and are true Freindes,
That bid, God giue thee ioy and haue no endes
W'h I do, early, vertuous Somerset,
And pray, thy ioyes as lasting bee, as great.
Not only this, but euery day of thine,
W'th the same looke, or w'th a better, shine.
May she, whom thou for spouse, to-day, dost take
Out-bee yt Wife, in worth, thy friend did make: