Where little _Cupids_ conquering forces lies. Faire Deere (quoth he) to night now wil I leaue you, But in your charge my heart I will bequeath you; Securely sleepe, lest in your troubled brest If you chance sigh, you keepe my heart from rest; Which I protest hath many a tedious night Counted times minutes for your absent sight: What for the nuptials will seeme requisit, That to your charge (faire creature) I commit, Which ere the bright Sun with his burning beame Hath twice more coold his tresses in the maine, Shall be performd. This sayd, away he's gone. Farewell (quoth she:) and at that word a groane Waited with sighs and teeres, which to preuent, For feare his sweet heart she should discontent, Vnto her needle in all haste she goes, For to beguile her passions and her woes. She first begins a smocke, of greater cost Than _Helen_ wore that night when as she lost Her husbands fame and honour, and thereby Had almost kept our now lost dignitie: For _Paris_ 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.