If Chaste And Pure Deuotion Of My Youth, Or Glorie Of My Aprill-Springing Yeeres, Vnfained Loue In Naked Simple Truth, A Thousand Vowes, A Thousand Sighes And Teares; Or If A World Of Faithful Seruice Done, Words, Thoughts, And Deeds Deuoted To Her Honor, Or Eyes That Haue Beheld Her As Theyr Sunne, With Admiration Euer Looking On Her: A Lyfe That Neuer Ioyd But In Her Loue, A Soule That Euer Hath Ador'D Her Name, A Fayth That Time Nor Fortune Could Not Moue, A Muse That Vnto Heauen Hath Raised Her Fame. Though These, Nor These Deserue To Be Imbraced, Yet, Faire Vnkinde, Too Good To Be Disgraced.