Worthy the owner, [and] the owner it.
The several chairs of order look you scour
60 With juice of balm and every precious flower:
Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest,
With loyal blazon, evermore be blest!
And [nightly, meadow-fairies], look you sing,
Like to the Garter’s compass, in a ring:
65 Th’ expressure that it bears, green let it be,
[More] fertile-fresh than all the field to see;
And Honi soit qui mal y pense write