Now thanked be the great God Pan ,
which thus preserves my loved life:
Thanked be I that keepe a man,
who ended hath this fearefull strife:
For if my man must praises have,
what then must I that keepe the knave?
For as the Moone the eies doth please,
with gentle beames not hurting sight:
Yet hath sir Sunne the greatest praise,
because from him doth come her light:
So if my man must praises have,
what then must I that keepe the knave?