My mistresse armes are these, fayre, cleare, and bright:
Argent in midst where is an ogresse set
Within an azuer ann'let, placed right:
The creaste two golden bowes, almost neare met
(And by this creaste her power abroad is knowne)
These armes, she beareth in the field of loue,
By bloudy colours where loues wrath is showne.
But in kinde passion, mylder then the doue
Her goodly siluer ensigne she displayes
Semi de roses, at whose louely sight
All louers are subdued, and vanquisht prayse
Those glorious colours vnder which they fight:
I by these armes, her captiue thrall was made:
And to those colours in that field betray'de.