(For who is not pain'd to heare Him in griefe whom heart holdes deare?) Silly swaine (with griefe ore-gone) Thus to make his piteous mone. Loue I did, (alas the while) Loue I did, but did beguile My deare loue with louing so, (VVhom as then I did not know.) Loue I did the fairest boy, That these fields did ere enioy. Loue I did, fair _Ganymed;_ (_Venus_ darling, beauties bed:) Him I thought the fairest creature; Him the quintessence of Nature: But yet (alas) I was deceiu'd, (Loue of reason is bereau'd) For since then I saw a Lasse. (Lasse) that did in beauty passe, (Passe) faire _Ganymede_ as farre As _Phœbus_ doth the smallest starre. Loue commaunded me to loue; Fancy bade me not remoue My affection from the swaine Which he cannot graunt the crauer?) Loue at last (though loath) preuailde; (Loue) that so my heart assailde; Whom I neuer could obtaine: (For who can obtaine that fauour, Wounding me with her faire eies, (Ah how Loue can subtelize, And deuize a thousand shifts, How to worke men to his drifts.) Her it is, for whom I mourne; Her, for whom my life I scorne; Her, for whom I weepe all day; Her, for whom I sigh, and say, Either She, or els no creature, Shall enioy my loue: whose feature Though I neuer can obtaine, Yet shall my true loue remaine: Till (my body turn'd to clay) My poore soule must passe away, To the heauens; where (I hope) Hit shall finde a resting scope: Then since I loued thee (alone) Remember me when I am gone. Scarce had he these last words spoken, But me thought his heart was broken; With great griefe that did abound, (Cares and griefe the heart confound) In whose heart (thus riu'd in three) ELIZA written I might see: In Caracters of crimson blood, (VVhose meaning well I vnderstood.) Which, for my heart might not behold, I hyed me home my sheep to folde. FINIS. [Illustration] _CASSANDRA._ [Illustration] Vpon a gorgious gold embossed bed, With Tissue curtaines drawne against the sunne, (Which gazers eies into amazement led, So curiously the workmanship was done,) Lay faire _Cassandra_, in her snowie smocke, Whose lips the Rubies and the pearles did locke. And from her Iuory front hung dangling downe, A bush of long and louely curled haire; VVhose head impalled with a precious Crowne Of orient Pearle, made her to seeme more faire: And yet more faire she hardly could be thought, Then Loue and Nature in her face had wrought. By this, young _Phœbus_ rising from the East, Had tane a view of this rare Paragon: Wherewith he soone his radiant beames addresst, And with great ioy her (sleeping) gazed vpon: Til at the last, through her light cazements cleare, He stole a kisse; and softly call'd her Deare.