first, when as he came to bed,
On that rich smocke was so enamoured,
And so attentiuely beheld the same,
That he forgot almost for what he came:
For on the coller and the seame before
Was big-bon'd _Hercules_ and the _Minetaure_,
Both wrought so liuely, that the bloud which came
From that deformed beast, did seeme to staine
Her smocke below; which running here and there
Workt in red silke, did new and fresh appeare;
Which made yong _Paris_ doubt, and thinke indeed
She was not well, and askt and she did bleed;
And would needs see: but wide the curtains drawn,
There was some iewell sparkled through the lawn,
Which pleasd him so, that he had quite forgot
The curious working of the rich wrought smocke.
But loue-blest _Licia_ in her smocke delights
To worke of pleasing tales and marriage rites,
Of louers sweet stolne sports, and of the rapes
Of gods immortall, and of maidens scapes:
There might you see _Mars_ conquering _Venus_ shrowd,
Sea-torne _AEneas_ in a foggie cloud
Making for Carthage; entring all vnseene
To the rich temple where the Tyrian Queene
(Flashing forth beautie from her star-like eies)
Sate in her throne to heare the Troians cries.
Beneath this same she wrought a boistrous storme,
Whereas the mercy-wanting winds had torne
The tops of loftie trees, and rent the roots
Of stately Cedars and of aged oakes:
The horrid thunder with his dreadfull claps
Made yawn the mouth of heauen, from whose great gaps
The fearefull lightning flasht: and then againe
_Ioue_ squeesd the clouds, & powrd down snow & rain.
In this same storme she wrought the Tyrian Queene
And great _AEneas_, who that day had beene
Hunting the fallow deere, and thither came
To shrowd themselues from tempest and raine.
Into a bushie caue hard by they got,
Which thicke set trees did couer ore the top;
In which the Carthage Queene _AEneas_ led,
Who there deceiu'd her of her maidenhead.
A scarfe besides she made of cunning frame,
Whereas _Alcides_ club and armour throwne,
His lion skin put off, in maids attire
He grad the wheele at _Omphales_ desire.
And all this night she banisht sleepe by worke,
Who in her chamber priuily did lurke,
Tempting her eye-lids to conspire with him,
Who often times would winke and ope again:
But now bright _Phoebus_ in his burning car
Visits each mortall eye and dimmes each star,
The nights sole watch-man, whe