Dwel'st thou on forme? I can confirme thee than,
_Sibilla_ liues to tell she did repent.
Let _Latmus_ speake what it of _Delia_ can,
And it will eccho her loue-languishment.
Chaste eyes somtimes reflect kind blandishment:
Beside, thy foueraigne will thy subiect be,
Once a great king, now a despised man,
A vassall, and a slaue to Loue and thee.

38

Why dost thou weep? tis I shold drown mine eies
And burst my heart with languor, and dispaire,
I whom thy vnrelenting thoughts despise,
I who can woo thee by no sute, nor prayer,
Yet doating mad for thee, o cruell faire,
I sweare by this diuine white daizy-hand,
The loue I beare thee, in my heart it lies,
Whose searching fire, no reason can withstand.

39

Wilt thou be mine? here shalt thou liue with me,
Free'd from oppression, and the Souldiers lust,
Who if thou passe my Tent, will seize on thee,
And they are rude, and what they will thou must.
O do not to the common Kestrels trust,
They are not as the Eagles noble kinde,
But rough, and daring in all villany:
Honor with me, with them scarce safety finde.

40

Honor and safety, both in true loue is,
And _Mahomet_ is zealous, o loue him:
With him ioy euery thing that tasts of blisse,
Pompe, honor, pleasure, shews, and pastimes trim,
Care dwels not where he dwels, nor sorrow grim
Onely till now, that he for _Hiren_ mournes:
A Greeke whom he would bring to paradice,
He ner'e took thought, but now he sighs & burns.

41

Wilt thou be his, on thee shall waite and tend,
A traine of Nymphs, and Pages by thy side,
With faunes, horse, coach, & musicke which shall lend
The spheares new notes in their harmonies pride.
When thou wilt walke, and publikly be ey'd,
To bring thee in thy hie way, cloath'd with flowers
Shall sent like _Tempe_ when the graces send,
To meet each other in those fragrant bowers.

42

At home shall comick Masques, & night disports
Conduct thee to thy pillow, and thy sheetes,
And all those reuels which soft loue consorts,
Shall entertaine thee with their sweetest sweets.
And as the warlike God with _Venus_ meetes,
And dallies with her in the Paphian groue,
Shall _Mahomet_ in bed shew thee such sports,
As none shall haue, but she which is his loue.

43

Againe: No