Wit and my Will (deere Lord) were late at strife,
To whom this Bridegroome I for grace might send
Who Bride was erst the happiest husbands wife
That ere was haplesse in his Friend , and End .
Wit , with it selfe, and with my Will , did warre:
For Will (good Will ) desir'd it might be YOU :
But, Wit found fault with each particular
It selfe had made; sith YOU were IT to view.
Alledging YOU had all his Vertue got,
And left him gracelesse so, was loth t'appeare
To youre cleare eyes : wherewith good Will grew hot
And said her love to YOU , was all as cleare:
Then, both agreed YOU should , for lasting-life ,
Sith best YOU could , make this man match that Wife .