Mirth may with Princes very well agree,
A Merry S TATU then, faire Madam, be;
Rightly 'twill fit your age, your vertues grace;
Yeelding A Merry S TATU in your face.

Smile then, high Lady, while of M IRTH write I,
That so my Muse may with alacrity,
Unto your Highnessing without all feare,
And a true S TATU of your vertues reare:
Reaching whereto, that she may higher flee,
Thus humbly begge I on my bended knee,
Ever A Merry S TATU be to me.