Ladie, that in the prime of earliest youth 
      Wisely hast shun'd the broad way and the green 
      And with those few art eminently seen 
      That labour up the hill of heav'nly Truth, 
The better part with Mary and with Ruth,
      Chosen thou hast, and they that overween 
      And at thy growing vertues fret thir spleen 
      No anger find in thee, but pitty and ruth. 
Thy care is fixt and zealously attends 
      To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light 
      And Hope that reaps not shame. Therfore be sure 
Thou, when the Bridegroom with his feastfull freinds 
      Passes to bliss at the midd howr of night, 
      Hast gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.