The cruell Tiger she could tame, She raging Torrents staid, She chid, she cherisht, she gaue life, Againe she made to dye, She raisd a warre, apeasd a Strife, With turning of her eye. Some said a God did her beget, But much deceiu'd were they, 70 Her Father was a _Riuelet_, Her Mother was a _Fay_. Her Lineaments so fine that were, She from the Fayrie tooke, Her Beauties and Complection cleere, By nature from the Brooke. These Ryualls wayting for the houre (The weather calme and faire) When as she vs'd to leaue her Bower To take the pleasant ayre 80 Acosting her; their complement To her their Goddesse done; By gifts they tempt her to consent, When _Lalus_ thus begun. _Lalus._ Sweet _Lirope_ I haue a Lambe Newly wayned from the Damme, _* Without Of the right kinde, it is *notted, hornes._ Naturally with purple spotted, Into laughter it will put you, To see how prettily 'twill But you; 90 When on sporting it is set, It will beate you a Corvet, And at euery nimble bound Turne it selfe aboue the ground; When tis hungry it will bleate, From your hand to haue its meate, And when it hath fully fed, It will fetch Iumpes aboue your head, As innocently to expresse Its silly sheepish thankfullnesse, 100 When you bid it, it will play, Be it either night or day, This _Lirope_ I haue for thee, So thou alone wilt liue with me.