Who ever saw so fair a sight,
Love and Virtue met aright;
And that wonder Constancy,
Like a comet to the eye
Seldom ever seen so bright?
Sound out aloud so rare a thing,
That all the hills and vales may ring.
Look, lovers look, with passion see,
If that any such there be,
As there cannot but be such,
Who do feel that noble touch
In this glorious company,
Sound out aloud, & c.