She alone of Shepherdesses br With her blue disdayning eyes, br Wo'd not hark a Kyng that dresses br All his lute in sighes: br Yet to winne br Katheryn, br I elect for mine Emprise. br br None is like her, none above her, br Who so lifts my youth in me, br That a littel more to love her br Were to leave her free! br But to winne br Katheryn, br Is mine utmost love's degree. br br Distaunce, cold, delay, and danger, br Build the four walles of her bower; br She's noe Sweete for any stranger, br She's noe valley flower: br And to winne br Katheryn, br To her height my heart can Tower! br br Uppe to Beautie's promontory br I will climb, not loudlie call br Perfect and escaping glory br Folly, if I fall: br Well to winne br Katheryn! br To be worth her is my all.