Full Lyrics
Each lovely grace my lady doth possess,
Let all men view, and in their view admire,
In whose sweet breast all virtuous thoughts do rest,
Zealous to pity, chaste in her own desire,
And to make up a rare and worthy creature,
Both wise, and chaste, and fair in form and feature,
Enter but into thought of her perfection,
Thou wilt confess, and in confessing prove,
How none deserves like praise nor yet like love.
