I little dreamed of thys strange euent, (this harts-inthraller, mindes-disturbing Loue, VVhen with my Huntsmen to the woods I went, Oh neere till now did I his greatnes proue, Whose first impression in the Louers hart, Till then nere tainted, bringeth deepest smart. Thus lay _Diego_ tossing in his bed, bound to the will of all commaunding beauty, Whom angry _Cupid_ now in tryumph led, expecting from his slaue all seruile duty, Hee might haue freed his prysoner so dismaid, For sighes and grones had double ransome paide. In like extreames, (Loue loues extremity) did faire _Gyneura_ passe the long-thought night, Shee raild against fell _Cupids_ crueltie, that so would tyrannize o're a Maydens spright. There needes no blowes, quoth she, when foes doe yield, Oh cease, take thou the honor of the field. The valiant Greekes (faire Ilyons fatall Foes) their tedious ten yeres siedge for Spartaes Queen Nere thought so long; (yet long it was) as those loue-scorcht enamored (so restles) now ween This night to be; A night if spent in care, Seemes longer then a thousand pleasant are. Thus lay they sleeplesse, thoughtfull, euer thinking on sluggish humor of expected Morne, They thought that Louers eyes were neuer winking nor sleepe they e're in whom Loues newly borne. Hee vow'd, when day was come, to woo his deere, Shee swore such wooing she would gladly heare. At last, the guyder of the firie Coach, drying his locks wet in _Eurotas_ floud, Gan resalute the world with bright approch, angry he seem'd, for all his face was bloud: _Auroraes_ hast had made him looke so red, For loath he was to leaue faire _Thetis_ bed. Scarce were his horses put in readines, and he himselfe full mounted on his seate, VVhen _Dom Diego_ full of heauines, abroade did walke, his night talke to repeate Some two howres spent, he in againe retires, And sees his Mistres, whom he now admires. Whereat inflam'd, (loue brookes no base delay, whose fruite is danger, whose reward is paine) With fine-fil'd termes he giues her the good day, and blushing, she returnes it him againe. _Endimeons_ blush her beauty did eclypse, His causd by _Cynthiaes_, hers _Adonis_ lyps. Boldly encourag'd by her milde aspect, he told her that which Louers vse to tell, How he did liue by her faire eyes reflect, and how his hart in midst of hers did dwell. Much eloquence he vsd, twas needles done, To win that hart which was already won. Ne're did the dungeon thiefe condemn'd to dye with greater pleasure heare his pardon read, Then did _Gyneura_ heare his Oratorie, (of force sufficient to reuiue the dead) Shee needes must yield; for sure he had the Art, VVith amorous heate to fixe _Dianaes_ hart.