When Loue learned first the A B C of delight, And knew no figures, nor conceited phrase: He simplie gaue to due desert her right, He led not louers in darke winding wayes: He plainly wild to loue, or flatly answered no, But now who lists to proue, shall find it nothing so: Fie fie then on fancie, It hinders youths ioy, Faire virgins learne by me, To count loue a toy. For since he learnd to vse the Poets pen, He learnd likewise with smoothing words to faine, Witching chast eares with trothlesse toungs of men, And wrayed faith with falshood and disdaine. He giues a promise now, anon he sweareth no, Who lifteth for to proue, shall find his changings so: Fie fie then on fancie It hinders youth[s] ioy, Faire virgins learn by me, To count loue a toy. While this painted sepulchre was shadowing her corrupting guilt, Hiena-like alluring to destruction, _Roberto_ and _Lucanio_ vnder the windowe, kept euen pace with / euery stop of her instrument, but especially my yong Ruffler (that before time like a bird in a cage, had beene prentise for three liues or one and twentie yeeres at least, to esteame Auarice his deceased father). O twas a world to see how he sometime simperd it, striuing to set a countenance on his turnd face, that it might seeme of wainscot proofe, to beholde her face without blushing: anone he would stroake his bow-bent-leg, as though he went to shoote loue arrows from his shins: then wipte his chin (for his beard was not yet grown) with a gold wrought handkercher, whence of purpose he let fall a handfull of angels. This golden showre was no sooner rained, but _Lamil[i]a_, ceast her song, and _Roberto_ (assuring himselfe the foole was caught) came to _Lucanio_ (that stoode now as one that had starde _Medusa_ in the face) and awaked him from his amazement with these words: What, in a traunce brother? whence springs these dumps? are yee amazed at this obiect? or long ye to become loues subiect? Is there not difference betweene this delectable life and the imprisonment you haue all your life hitherto endured? If the sight and hearing of this harmonious beautie work in you effects of wonder, what will the possession of so diuine an essence, wherein beautie and Art dwell in their perfect excellencie. Brother said _Lucanio_, lets vse few words, and she be no more then a woman, I trust youle helpe mee to her? and if you doe, well, I say no more, but I am yours till death vs depart, and what is mine shal ye yours, world without end, Amen. _Roberto_ smiling at his simplenesse, helpt him to gather vp his dropt golde, and without any more circumstance led him to _Lamilias_ house: for of such places it may be said as of hell. / Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua ditis.