Nec in vna sede morantur

THE awfull Scepter though it can compell
By powerfull might, great'st Monarches to obay:
Loue, where he listeth, liketh best to dwell,
And take abroade his fortune as he may:
Ne might, or gold, can winne him thence away,
Whereto he is through strong affection led,
Be it a Pallace, or the simplest shedde.

But VENVS Infant, dred of all beneath,
Imperious feare from my sweete Saint remooue,
And with thy soft Ambrosial kisses, breath
Into her bosome meeke, and mildest Loue
With melting Pitie, from thy Queene aboue:
That she may reade, and oft remember this,
And learne to loue, who most beloued is.