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never cease to sing Fidessa's praise;

Heart, however she deserve conceive the best;

Eyes, stand amazed to see her beauty's rays;

Lips, steal one kiss and be for ever blest;

Hands, touch that hand wherein your life is closed;

Breast, lock up fast in thee thy life's sole treasure;

Arms, still embrace and never be disclosed;

Feet, run to her without or pace or measure;

Tongue, heart, eyes, lips, hands, breast, arms, feet,

Consent to do true homage to your Queen,

Lovely, fair, gentle, wise, virtuous, sober, sweet,

Whose like shall never be, hath never been!

O that I were all tongue, her praise to shew;

Then surely my poor heart were freed from woe!