the terrors of the great, his sports,
Whose first word strooke into the _Chaos_ light;
so if that contrary thou take delight,
at thy word, darknes would or'e-cloude the ayre
and the fayrest day giue place to thee more faire.

_Fame_ hath resing'd her lasting Trump to thee,
as to the worthyer, then thy fame display:
Tell Venus thou art fairer farre then she,
For thine own worth becomes thee best to say,
Time will stand still ,the sunne in motion stay,
Sirens be mute to heare thee speake of _Mirrha_,
Thy voice, if heard in the low shades should be
Would a third time fetch back _Euridice_.

Giue eare eternall wonder to a swaine,
Twas writ in starres that I should see that face;
And seeing loue, and in that loue be slaine,
if beautie pittie not my wretched case.
Fortune and loue, the starres and powers diuine,
Haue all betraide me to those eyes of thine.
O proue not then more crueller th[=e] they,
Loues shaftes & fates wheeles, who hath power to stay.

Stay there (quoth she) giue backe those powers their owne
or not impose their powerful force on me:
Haue I the least word or the least glance thrown
To make you attribute what's destinie
Vnto my beautie: if loue and fate you wound,
Throw vowes to th[=e], their altars are soone found.
Wouldst thou haue me pittie before they doe?
Loue's blinde, and fortun's deafe, so am I too.

I know not loue, sure tis a subtle thing,
I, by these blushes that thy charmes haue raisd,
T'allay more quiet' tell loues little king,
I serue a Mistres he himselfe hath praisd
Though he enuy, a rare and sacred floure,
Whom he had will to wrong, but never power.
Now _Cupid_ hangs the head, and melts in shame,
for she did vtter _Vestas_ holy name.

And as you see a woman teeming young,
bearing the growing burthen of her wounb:
Missing the dainty she hath lookt for long,
falls straight in pastionate sicknes pale & dumb
(for seeing she hath lost it) will not tell,
for what she in this forced pastion fell.
So when his hopes were lost, he would not say,
what was the cause, but this to her did laye.

Virgin beware that fire within thy brest,
to _Vesta_ dedicate do not expire:
as she must warie be that is the best
to keepe it, it is knowne no lasting fier.
The fuell cold fruitelesse Virginitie,
which if zeale blow not violent, wil so one die:
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