NOW THANCKED BEE THE GREAT GOD PAN

Now thancked bee the great god Pan ,
  That thus preserves my loved lyfe:
Thancked bee I that keepe A man,
  Who ended hathe this fearefull stryfe.
So, yf my Man must prayses have;
  What then must I, that keepe the knave?

For, as the Moone the eye dothe please,
  With gentle beames not hurting sighte:
Yet hathe Sir Sunn the greatest prayse,
  Bycause from him dothe come her lighte.
So, yf my man must prayses have;
  What then must I, that keepe the knave?