To the Excellent Lady Elizabeth, Her Grace

Fair Virtue's gem, set in most royal gold,
The worthiest owner of the fairest mansion,
Rich prize, for which Nature and Fortune hold
With Muses and Graces great contention:
All which by agreement this partition make,
None of themselves worthy of all discerning:
Nature your beauty, Graces your virtues take;
Fortune shares your honour, Muses your learning.
Map of perfection, who deserve to be,
And are the worthiest mark the world can yield
For all great Christian princes' love; they see
Such Virtue's wheat growing in Beauty's field:
Long may you live, a holy and happy life,
A royal maid first, then a royal wife.