Fair Ladies that to Love captived are

Fair Ladies that to Love captived are,

And chaste desires do nourish in your mind,

Let not her fault your sweet affections mar,

Ne blot the bounty of all Woman-kind.

'Mongst thousands good, one wanton Dame to find,

Amongst the Roses grow some wicked weeds,

For this was not to love but lust inclined,

For love doth always bring forth, bounteous deeds.

And in each gentle heart desire of Honour breeds.