For Queen Elizabeth I

Daphne was not so chaste as she was changing
Soon begun Love with hate estranging
He that to day triumphs with favors graced
fals before night with scornes defaced
Yet is thy beautie fainde and evrie one desires
still the false light of thy traiterous fires.

Beautie can want no grace by true love viewed
Fancie by lookes is still renued
Like to a fruitfull tree it ever groweth
Or the fresh-spring that endlesse floweth.
But if that beautie were of one consent with love
Love should live free and true pleasure prove.