e fatall arrow with the golden head,
Which (as some write) makes all enamoured,
May be compared well (without offence)
Vnto thy sweet tongue guilt with eloquence,
Whose powrfull accents, so constraining loue,
Had they beene knowen to Thunder-darting _Ioue_,
He neuer needed to haue vs'd such shapes
For to commit his slie stolne headdy rapes:
Or to _Apollo_, when his harebraind sonne,
The proud aspiring lucklesse _Phaeton_,
Would guide the lampe of heauen he then had staid,
And to his Sires graue counsels had obaid:
Beast-mouing _Orpheus_, and stones void of sence,
Ore which his musicke had preheminence,
Did not inchant so by his power diuine,
As doth that Adamantine tongue of thine.
Iudge me not light, that I so soone do yeeld
To part from that which I so deerely held;
For where a likely beautie doth request,
Euen at the first, Loue ransacketh the brest:
And though maids seem coy, yet the heart is strooke
At the first glancing of an amourous looke:
For from the Louer to the loued eie
Passeth the visuall beames, which gendred nie
Vnto the heart, they thither hie amaine,
And there her bloud do secretly inflame
With strange desires, faint hopes, and longing feares,
Vnheard of wishes, thoughts begetting teares,
That ere she is aware she's farre in loue,
Yet knowes no cause that should affection moue.
I could be froward, techie, sullen, mute,
And with loue-killing looks repell thy sute;
Contemne the speaking letters which thou sends;
Command thine absence, and reiect thy friends;
Neglect thy presents, and thy vowes despise;
And laughing at thy teeres, force teeres arise;
Making thee spend a deale of precious time
To get that heart which at the first was thine.
More I could say. But he content with this,
Closd vp the sentence with a sugred kisse.
She seemd displeasd, till kissing her againe,
_Achilles_ like, he tooke away her paine:
And then in close coucht termes would faine desire
Loues highest blisse, than which there is no higher:
But yet the bashfull boy knew not what art,
What termes to vse, or how for to impart
His secret meaning; for he blusht for shame
To thinke what he should aske; & then would faine
Haue made his bolder hand supply the roome
Of his tongues office, which was mute and dumbe;
The which he layes vpon her siluer brest,
Where little _Cupid_ slumbring takes his rest;
Betweene the which an