1. By Him whose glory the land and sea revere,
Whose lofty greatness brooks not any peer,

2. Though you excel in form and deed and name,
More close are we in blood and rank and claim.

3. How many a one far off hath fortune blessed!
How many a near one hath she dispossessed!

4. Then make your heart with our true love be bound,
For, by the Lord, love's ties are firmly wound.