Crown 3

His flames are joys, his bands true lovers' might,

No stain is there, but pure, as purest white,

Where no cloud can appear to dim his light,

Nor spot defile, but shame will soon requite,

Here are affections tried by love's just might

As gold by fire, and black discerned by white,

Error by truth, and darkness known by light,

Where faith is valued for love to requite,

Please him, and serve him, glory in his might,

And firm he'll be, as innocency white,

Clear as th'air, warm as sunbeams, as daylight,

Just as truth, constant as fate, joyed to requite,

Then love obey, strive to observe his might,

And be in his brave court a glorious light.