The chief perfections of that lovely dame,
Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
Would make a volume of enticing lines,
15 Able to ravish any dull conceit:
And, which is more, she is not so divine,
So full-replete with choice of all delights,
But with as humble lowliness of mind
She is content to be at your command;
20 Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents,
To love and honour Henry as her lord.