Each other thus they court,

_Dorida._ My sweet, my soueraigne _Rodope_,
My deare delight, my loue,
That Locke of hayre thou sentst to me,
I to this Bracelet woue;
Which brighter euery day doth grow
The longer it is worne,
As its delicious fellowes doe,
Thy Temples that adorne. 40

_Rodope._ Nay had I thine my _Dorida_,
I would them so bestow,
As that the winde vpon my way,
Might backward make them flow,
So should it in its greatst excesse
Turne to becalmed ayre,
And quite forget all boistrousnesse
To play with euery hayre.

_Dorida._ To me like thine had nature giuen,
A Brow, so Archt, so cleere, 50
A Front, wherein so much of heauen
Doth to each eye appeare,
The world should see, I would strike dead
The Milky Way that's now,
And say that Nectar _Hebe_ shed
Fell all vpon my Brow.

_Rodope._ O had I eyes like _Doridaes_,
I would inchant the day
And make the Sunne to stand at gaze,
Till he forget his way: 60
And cause his Sister _Queene of Streames_,
When so I list by night;
By her much blushing at my Beames
T' eclipse her borrowed light.

_Dorida._ Had I a Cheeke like _Rodopes_,
In midst of which doth stand,
A Groue of Roses, such as these,
In such a snowy land:
I would then make the Lilly which we now
So much for whitenesse name, 70
As drooping downe the head to bow,
And die for very shame.

_Rodope._ Had I a bosome like to thine,
When I it pleas'd to show,
T' what part o' th' Skie I would incline
I would make th' Etheriall bowe,
My swannish breast brancht all with blew,
In brauery like the spring:
In Winter to the generall view
Full Summer forth should bring. 80

_Dorida._ Had I a body like my deare,
Were I so straight so tall,
O, if so broad my shoulders were,
Had I a waste so small;
I would challenge the proud Queene of loue
To yeeld to me for shape,
And I should feare that _Mars_ or _Iove_
Would venter for my rape.

_Rodope._ Had I a hand like thee my Gerle,
(This hand O let me kisse) 90
These Ivory Arrowes p