Ha bugg her Sir, tis vertue that I meane,
Vertue although you hugg , y'are chast and cleane,
Great Peere, whose greatnesse rightly doth befit,
Hugging of vertue honourdly to sit.

Ha bugg her then, that is, have herso neere,
As that your selfe you may to her endeere:
Rightly shee'le then familiar be to you,
Excellently who in her trace pursue.