And thou, O fayrest princesse under sky, In this fayre mirror maist behold thy face, And thine owne realmes in lond of faery, And in this antique ymage thy great auncestry.
The which, O pardon me thus to enfold In covert vele and wrap in shadowes light, That feeble eyes your glory may behold, Which ells could not endure those beames bright, But would be dazzled with exceeding light.