Virgins as I advise forbear,
  to follow this bright star;
You might shine in another sphere,
  but here eclipsed are.
For her, your whole sex I adore,
  and pity more
Those precious hours you spend
  thus to no end.
For who so e'er you meet or see,
  will all her captives be.

But if upon this queen of love
  as homage you wait
If as her guards you were her move
  to all unto her state.
Who she by th'uncontrolled power
  of her chaste flame
Creates a prince, that hour
  may you the same,
And like to hers, may thus your will
  have power to save or kill.