Upon Presenting Her with the Speech of Gray's-Inn Mask
Who in these lines may better claim a part,
That sing the praises of the maiden Queen,
Than you, fair sweet, that only sovereign been
Of the poor kingdom of my faithful heart?
Or to whose view should I this speech impart,
Where th' adamantine rock's great power is shown;
But to your conq'ring eyes, whose force once known,
Makes even iron hearts loath thence to part?
Or who of Proteus' sundry transformations,
May better send you the new-feigned story,
Than I, whose love unfeigned felt no mutations,
Since to be yours I first received the glory?
Accept, then, of these lines, though meanly penned,
So fit for you to take, and me to send.
That sing the praises of the maiden Queen,
Than you, fair sweet, that only sovereign been
Of the poor kingdom of my faithful heart?
Or to whose view should I this speech impart,
Where th' adamantine rock's great power is shown;
But to your conq'ring eyes, whose force once known,
Makes even iron hearts loath thence to part?
Or who of Proteus' sundry transformations,
May better send you the new-feigned story,
Than I, whose love unfeigned felt no mutations,
Since to be yours I first received the glory?
Accept, then, of these lines, though meanly penned,
So fit for you to take, and me to send.
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