The attributes of true love

We call that patience, when provoakt we can
Deferr revenge but 'tis True Love in Man
And when wich open hand we would express
Our bounties Tribut some stil't Lavishnes
But they Mistake as far as those despise
All steps wherby another man doth rise
Yet think they have Love too, and boast noe less
Than that She is their constant Patrones:
If Her Decrees be not to seek Her own
Praise, as not seemly, whither are such blown
That soe would tempt her anger when 'tis taught
She is not to be moovd to an il thought
But's ever pleasd and doth rejoyce to see
Truth to triumph over inquity.
As She sustains and is contented stil
With what wind blowes soe doe her hopes sailes fill
When from the windowes of Beleef doth breath
A steddy Gale t'advance her course beneath
Til by the Saints transplanted and above
Sh's moord within that port and call'd True-Love.