My heart and tongue were twinnes, at once conceived
Th’eldest was my heart, borne dumbe by destinie
The last my tongue, of all sweet thoughts bereaved:
Yet strung and tunde to play hearts harmonie

Both knit in one, and yet a sunder placed:
What heart would speake the tongue doth still discover
What tongue doth speake is of the heart embraced
And both are one to make a new found Lover

New found, and onely found in Gods and Kings
Whose wordes are deedes, but wordes, nor deedes regarded
Chaste thoughts doe mount and flye with swiftest wings
My love with paine, my paine with losse rewarded

Then this be sure, since it is true perfection
That neyther men nor Gods can force affection