Ebbulent fabrir, hail ‘O’ praise
wonders hath in, desire in carnate
richly sunny, best rated graces graved with in
Hath Jason breath tis time,
rate ought you, than pain fought Golden fleece
all seven hues – dance within thy self
A spectra of beauty for fleshes on orb
commendable art thou for your noble rate
shallow floats the wrecked poet’ mind
but you in a word

Virtues bestow, poet’s eye floats
on pageant beauty, in wonderous brook
what can me, but a budding poet’s say
A scorched orb pat by spring
A wild mistress sober by Diamond.