Loe here the pearle,
Whom God and man doth loue:
Loe here on earth,
the onely starre of light:
Loe here the Queene,
Whom no mishap can moue:
To chaunge her mynde,
from vertues chief delight:
Loe here the heart,
that so hath honord God:
That for her loue,
We felle not of his rod:
Pray for her health,
such as good subiectes bee:
(Oh Princely Dame,)
there is none like to thee.