Veritas

A BEAVTEOVS maide, in comly wise doth stand:
Who on the Sunnes bright globe, doth cast her eie:
An opened booke, she holdeth in her hand,
withall the Palme, in signe of victorie;
Her right foote treadeth downe the world belowe:
Her name is TRVTH, of old depainted so.

Her nakednes beseemes simplicitie:
The Sunne, how she is greatest frend to light:
Her booke, the strength she holds by historie:
The Palme, her triumphes over Tyrants spite:
The world she treads on, how in heaven she dwels,
And here beneath all earthly thing excells.