to flame:
When tis supprest with fanning Fires first came.

With this, the Maid (so took) hung down her head
wondring that such a shape had such a tongue:
able to steale her loue, had she not fled,
and from his ardent gripes, her body wrung.
Flying like _Phebae_ after strucken deere:
and as he follow'd she fled more for feare.
_Zephire_ came foorth, to dally with her haire,
while the poore Satire cried stay maide so faire.

But he on sudden like a subtill Snake,
rould in a heape, shootes foorth himself at l[=e]gth;
and to his vigorous armes greedie doth take,
his yeilding prey, won with his words not str[=e]gth
To be a woman, is by nature giuen,
But to be constant, is a star, which heauen
Hath seald on their sex forehead as a signe,
That constancie in women is diuine.

Thou didst deceiue me Mirrha, when I saide,
thou flew'st for feare, thou gau'st me cause to fear
and I might iustlie haue this gainst thee laide,
thou wentst t' auide by pathes that were so nere
Who begin, ill most often end in ill,
and she that doth her first pure youth so spill
In lawles lust, though made a wife to one,
Remaines like wax for each impression.

But see the goodnesse of the Deities,
who still with grace preuents our ill presage,
This groue was hallow'd to no Hiadres,
but chast Diana, who with violent rage
Discending from her towre of Christalline,
To keepe the place still sacred and diuine:
against her rites, brought with her thereupon
white Poplar from the banckes of _Acheron_:

Then with a charme, that did her face eclips,
And made her crescent quak, the iuice she powers
Vpon the Satirs face, and prophane lipps,
which quickly ouer all his body showers,
Her borrow'd power of art being finished:
(Deriued from Phoebus as her light) she saide,
Nine-times the holy rime, which spok will clere,
all prophane matter, and this spake she there.

Sleepe Poplar sleepe, that was the Satirs name,
who had bin long a king within these woods,
Since thou my sacred Groue, gan to prophane:
a sleepe seize on thee, still as stigian floods,
by Stix I vow the partiall destenies,
Did they conspire, shold nere vnclaspe thin eies,
hauing thus said, the Satire vanisht so,
as mens prospect that from a mirrour goe.

I thinke (quoth she) accursed is this place,
for heere the man, for whome I sorrow n