"Consumed by her I live, such is her glory! Despised of her I love, I more adore her! I'll ne'er write ought, but of her virtue's story! Beauty unblasted is the eye's rich storer, If I should die, O who would ring love's knell?" Faint not, DAIPHANTUS! Wise men love not so well! "Like heaven's artist, the astronomer, Gazing on stars, oft to the earth doth fall: So I, DAIPHANTUS, now Lover's Harbinger, Am quite condemned to Love's funeral! Who falls by women, by them oft doth rise; Ladies have lips to kiss, as well as eyes!" But tush, thou fool! thou lov'st all thou seest. Who once thou lovest, thou should'st change her never! Constant in love, DAIPHANTUS, see thou beest! If thou hope comfort, Love but once, and ever! "Fortune! O be so good to let me find A lady living, of this constant mind!" "O, I would wear her in my heart's heart-gore! And place her on the continent of stars! Think heaven and earth, like her had not one more! Would fight for her till all my face were scars! But if that women be such fickle Shees; Men may be like them in infirmities!" O no, DAIPHANTUS! Women are not so 'Tis but their shadows, pictures merely painted! Then turn poor lover! "O heaven! not to my woe! Then to VITULLIA!" With that word, he fainted. Yet she that wounds, did heal. Like her, no heaven. Odds in a man, a woman can make even! "O my VITULLIA! Let me write that down! O sweet VITULLIA! Nature made thee sweet! O kind VITULLIA! Truth hath the surest ground! I'll weep or laugh, so that our hearts may meet!" Love is not always merry, nor still weeping: A drop of each, Love's joys are sweets in sleeping. "Her name, in golden letters, on my breast I'll 'grave! Around my temples, in a garland wear! My Art shall be, her favour for to have! My Learning still her honour high to rear! My lips shall close but to her sacred name! My tongue be silent but to spread her fame! "In woods, groves, hills, VITULLIA'S name shall ring! In meadows, orchards, gardens, sweetest and fair! I'll learn the birds her name alone to sing! All quires shall chant it in a heavenly air! The Day shall be her Usher! Night, her Page! Heaven, her Palace! and this Earth, her Stage! "Virgin's pure chasteness, in her eyes shall be! Women, true love, from her true mind shall learn! Widows, their mourning in her face shall see! Children, their duty in her speech discern! And all of them in love with each, but I: Who fear her love, will make me fear to die!