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| DOUBT 1 you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth, | |
| Which now my breast o’ercharged to music lendeth | |
| To you! to you! all song of praise is due: | |
| Only in you, my song begins and endeth. | |
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| Who hath the eyes which marry State with Pleasure? | 5 |
| Who keeps the key of Nature’s chiefest treasure? | |
| To you! to you! all song of praise is due: | |
| Only for you, the heaven forgat all measure. | |
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| Who hath the lips, where Wit in fairness reigneth? | |
| Who womankind at once both decks and staineth? | 10 |
| To you! to you! all song of praise is due: | |
| Only by you, Cupid his crown maintaineth. | |
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| Who hath the feet, whose step all sweetness planteth? | |
| Who else, for whom Fame worthy trumpets wanteth? | |
| To you! to you! all song of praise is due: | 15 |
| Only to you, her sceptre Venus granteth. | |
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| Who hath the breast, whose milk doth passions nourish? | |
| Whose grace is such, that when it chides doth cherish? | |
| To you! to you! all song of praise is due: | |
| Only through you, the tree of life doth flourish. | 20 |
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| Who hath the hand, which without stroke subdueth? | |
| Who long-dead beauty with increase reneweth? | |
| To you! to you! all song of praise is due: | |
| Only at you, all envy hopeless rueth. | |
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| Who hath the hair, which loosest fastest tieth? | 25 |
| Who makes a man live, then glad when he dieth? | |
| To you! to you! all song of praise is due: | |
| Only of you, the flatterer never lieth. | |
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| Who hath the voice, which soul from senses sunders? | |
| Whose force but yours the bolts of beauty thunders? | 30 |
| To you! to you! all song of praise is due: | |
| Only with you, not miracles are wonders. | |
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| Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth, | |
| Which now my breast o’ercharged to music lendeth? | |
| To you! to you! all song of praise is due: | 35 |
| Only in you, my song begins and endeth. | |
