| IF music and sweet poetry agree, | |
| As they must needs, the sister and the brother, | |
| Then must the love be great ’twixt thee and me, | |
| Because thou lov’st the one, and I the other. | |
| Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch | 5 |
| Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; | |
| Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such | |
| As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. | |
| Thou lov’st to hear the sweet melodious sound | |
| That Phoebus’ lute, the queen of music, makes; | 10 |
| And I in deep delight am chiefly drown’d | |
| Whenas himself to singing he betakes. | |
| One god is god of both, as poets feign; | |
| One knight loves both, and both in thee remain. |