Doth cleanse the poet’s thought from earthly stain,
Him king anointed o’er a grand domain
By true inheritance of royal blood;
In whose wide heart, broken for very love,
Lies master-key to all true harmonies,
So tuned, no base, discordant melodies
Shall jar earth’s music saints shall sing above;
So tuned, may wake in sweetness weakest string,
Immortal anthems loyal echoing.