Thus as they wandred both about the world, At last Death met with one of feeble age: Wherewith he drew a shaft and at him hurld The vnknowne Arrow; (with a furious rage) Thinking to strike him dead with Deaths blacke dart, But he (alas) with Loue did wound his hart. This was the doting foole, this was the man That lou'd faire _Guendolena_ Queene of Beautie; Shee cannot shake him off, doo what she can, For he hath vowd to her his soules last duety: Making him trim vpon the holy-daies; And crownes his Loue with Garlands made of Baies. Now doth he stroke his Beard; and now (againe) He wipes the driuel from his filthy chin; Now offers he a kisse; but high Disdaine Will not permit her hart to pity him: Her hart more hard than Adamant or steele, Her hart more changeable than Fortunes wheele. But leaue we him in loue (vp to the eares) And tell how Loue behau'd himselfe abroad; Who seeing one that mourned still in teares (a young-man groaning vnder Loues great Load) Thinking to ease his Burden, rid his paines: For men haue griefe as long as life remaines. Alas (the while) that vnawares he drue The fatall shaft that Death had dropt before; By which deceit great harme did then issue, Stayning his face with blood and filthy goare. His face, that was to _Guendolen_ more deere Than loue of Lords, of any lordly Peere. This was that faire and beautifull young-man, Whom _Guendolena_ so lamented for; This is that Loue whom she doth curse and ban, Because she doth that dismall chaunce abhor: And if it were not for his Mothers sake, Euen _Ganimede_ himselfe she would forsake. Oh would shee would forsake my _Ganimede_, Whose sugred loue is full of sweete delight, Vpon whose fore-head you may plainely reade Loues Pleasure, grau'd in yuorie Tables bright: In whose faire eye-balls you may clearely see Base Loue still staind with foule indignitie. Oh would to God he would but pitty mee, That loue him more than any mortall wight; Then he and I with loue would soone agree, That now cannot abide his Sutors sight. O would to God (so I might haue my fee) My lips were honey, and thy mouth a Bee. Then shouldst thou sucke my sweete and my faire flower That now is ripe, and full of honey-berries: Then would I leade thee to my pleasant Bower Fild full of Grapes, of Mulberries, and Cherries; Then shouldst thou be my Waspe or else my Bee, I would thy hiue, and thou my honey bee. I would put amber Bracelets on thy wrests, Crownets of Pearle about thy naked Armes: And when thou sitst at swilling _Bacchus_ feasts My lips with charmes should saue thee from all harmes: And when in sleepe thou tookst thy chiefest Pleasure, Mine eyes should gaze vpon thine eye-lids Treasure.