_LOVE taught the mother that unkind desire To wash her hands in her own infants blood; LOVE taught the daughter to betray her sire Into most base unworthy servitude; LOVE taught the brother to prepare such food To feast his brothers that the all-seeing sun, Wrapt in a cloud, the wicked sight did shun._ 100. _And even this self-same LOVE hath Dancing taught, An Art that shewed th' Idea of his mind With vainness, frenzy, and misorder fraught; Sometimes with blood and cruelties unkind, For in a dance TEREUS' mad wife did find Fit time and place, by murdering her son, T' avenge the wrong his traitorous sire had done._ 101. _What mean the Mermaids, when they dance and sing, But certain death unto the mariner? What tidings do the dancing Dolphins bring, But that some dangerous storm approacheth near? Then since both Love and Dancing liveries bear Of such ill hap unhappy may they prove That, sitting free, will either dance or love!_ 102. Yet, once again, ANTINOUS did reply, _Great Queen! condemn not LOVE the innocent, For this mischievous LUST, which traitorously Usurps his Name, and steals his Ornament; For that TRUE LOVE, which Dancing did invent, Is he that tuned the world's whole harmony, And linked all men in sweet society._ 103. _He first extracted from th' earth-mingled mind That heavenly fire, or quintessence divine, Which doth such sympathy in Beauty find As is between the Elm and fruitful Vine, And so to Beauty ever doth incline; Life's life it is, and cordial to the heart, And of our better part the better part._ 104. _This is True Love, by that true CUPID got; Which danceth Galliards in your amorous eyes, But to your frozen heart approacheth not; Only your heart he dares not enterprise, And yet through every other part he flies, And everywhere he nimbly danceth now, Though in yourself yourself perceive not how._ 105. _For your sweet beauty daintily transfused With due proportion, throughout every part; What is it but a dance where LOVE hath used His finer cunning, and more curious Art? Where all the Elements themselves impart, And turn, and wind, and mingle with such measure That th' eye that sees it surfeits with the pleasure._ 106. _LOVE in the twinkling of your eyelids danceth, LOVE dances in your pulses and your veins, LOVE, when you sew, your needle's point advanceth, And makes it dance a thousand curious strains Of winding rounds; whereof the form remains To shew that your fair hands can dance the Hey, Which your fine feet would learn as well as they._ 107.