In Right And Service To Their Noble

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.

So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With Crows As Yonder Lady O'er Her Fellows Shows.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.