Lov'ly Cloris though thyn Eyes
Farr Out shine the Jewels of the Skies;
That grace which all Admire in thee,
No nor the beauties of thy brest
Which farr Out blaze the rest,
Might Ere compared be,
To my fidelity.

Those Aluring Smyles that place
An Eternall Aprill on thy face
Such as no Sunn did Ever see,
No, nor the beauties of thy brest
That farr Out blaze the rest
Might Ere compared be,
To my fidelity.

Not the Lillyes nor the roses
Which thy curious hair incloses
Whose beautye none can live, and see
Noe nor the treasure of thy brest
Which farr out vyes the rest
Might Ere compared be,
To my fidelity.

Eyes grow dimme and loose their light
Morning beauty dys at night
And lillies droop, and roses dye
When Eyes are blinde and beauty fled
Lillies and roses dead
My sacred vowes shall lye
My firme fidelitye.