Thrise happie she, that is so well a**ured
Unto her selfe and setled so in hart:
that nether will for better be allured,
ne feard with worse to any chaunce to start,
But like a steddy ship, doth strongly part
the raging waves and keepes her course aright:
ne ought for tempest doth from it depart,
ne ought for fayrer weathers false delight.
Such selfe a**urance need not feare the spight
of grudging foes, ne favour seek of friends:
but in the stay of her owne stedfast might,
nether to one her selfe nor other bends.
Most happy she that most a**ured doth rest,
but he most happy who such one loves best.