Written to the Right Noble, and well-accomplished Ladie the Countesse Dowager of Pembroke

I Grace inuoke, which had would make me pray,
To Thee (great Ladie, greate, and glorious to:)
I pray to Thee, to a Comforts Staie,
Then, lett my comfort still, bee tyde thereto.
To Thee my whole Man is dyaphanall;
The Raies of whose Witts Eyes pierce through mee quite;
Who (like a Goddesse) seeth all in All
Which in me is, or Fowle, Faire, Wrong, or Right.
If ought be Faire or Right in mee, it is
Not mine, but Thine, whose Woorth possesseth mee:
But if ought fowle bee in mee, or amisse,
I hate for That, for, that its not for Thee:
If I bee All amisse, I All assigne
To Shame, and Sorow sith no part is Thine,