Blest is the soule, who still affecting right,
As Lillys bed , arayed is in white,
Suting full well with true nobility,
Inricht to be with Lillys purity:
Lyllis , saith Christ, weare such a brave aray,
Lov'd S ALOMON was nere so fine as they.

Faigne after Lillys then, your noblenes,
Innated true nobility expresse;
Endeavouring, as you are noble borne,
Lilly -like purity so not to scorne.
Doing so purity, the greater grace,
Innobling so thereby your noble race:
Nor will one Lilly your faire soule suffice,
Greatly on the whole bed who fix your eyes.