ons of Louers,
was in our time without comparison. And bicause the same was so
apt for the purpose of mayster Philippo his loue, as could be
desired, he wrote the same fayre (being in deede a very fayre
sheete of Paper,) which soundeth to this effect.

_Quanto piu cresce (Amor) Paspro tormento, &c._

The more (O Loue) thy bitter pangs augment,
Melting by times my sad accensed spreete,
The more to burne I feele my selfe content:
And though ech day a thousande times I fleete
Twixt hope and dreade, all dolour yet and smart
My glorious proofe of enterprise makes sweete.
The fire so high which kindled hath myne hart,
As by loue's flames none euer had (I know)
So lofty source of heate in any part,
Sweete then my torments are, sweete is my woe,
Sweete eke of loue the light, sweete the conceyte
From so high beames, fallen in my breast, groe.
Sutch power of porte, sutch maiesty most gret
I tremble to beholde, and do confesse
My lot to base, so worthy a blisse to get.
But will herein my Reason doth suppresse,
And those fayre eyes, where loue himselfe ny lies,
Armed with lookes of ioy and gentlenesse,
Lookes that vpliftes my soule aboue the Skies,
And in each coast al cloudes expelling cleane,
Do teach ten thousand pathes to Paradise.
My Goddesse braue, Angelicall Sirene,
Fayrenesse it selfe, Dame Beautie's sacred heire:
What mounts of ioy may match my happy paine,
Whose scaling hope how so ensue dispeire,
Leues vaunt of thoughts, which once so highly flew
As honour, all that earth besides doth beare,
Comparde to this, but baggage were to vew.

When Mayster Philippo had written out these verses, immediately
he returned to the court, and caused Madona Paolo, to be called
vnto him by one of the Gromes of the Chamber, to whom he sayd:
"Maystresse Paola, I haue brought you a ditty, that is very trim
and prety, which I pray you deliuer to the Queene, and I will do
what I can to get other." Maistresse Paola tooke them, and went
into the chamber, and findinge the Queene alone, sayd to hir:
"Madame, this morninge yee commaunded me to get you some Italian
Rithmes, and vpon inquirie I haue receyued these few verses of
mayster Philippo, secretary to the Lord Andrea Borgo, who hath
promised to bring me other." The Queene hearing hir speake those
words, smilinge receiued the Paper, and read the same: