And will not let hir Nectar ouer-flowe, Least mortall man immortall ioyes should knowe. Adieu! unconstant loue, to thy disporte Adieu! false mirth, and melodie too short; 232 Adieu! faint-hearted instrument of lust; That falselie hath betrayde our equale trust. Hence-forth no more will I implore thine ayde, Or thee, or man of cowardize upbrayde. 236 My little dilldo shall suply their kinde: A knaue, that moues as light as leaues by winde; That bendeth not, nor fouldeth anie deale, But stands as stiff as he were made of steele; 240 And playes at peacock twixt my leggs right blythe, And doeth my tickling swage with manie a sighe. For, by saint Runnion! he'le refresh me well; And neuer make my tender bellie swell. 244 Poore Priapus! whose triumph now must falle, Except thou thrust this weakeling to the walle. Behould! how he usurps, in bed and bowre And undermines thy kingdom euerie howre; 248 How slye he creepes betwixt the barke and tree, And sucks the sap, whilst sleepe detaineth thee. He is my Mistris page at euerie stound, And soone will tent a deepe intrenched wound. 252 He wayte's on Courtlie Nimphs that be so coye, And bids them skorne the blynd-alluring boye. He giues yong guirls their gamesome sustenance, And euerie gaping mouth his full sufficeance. 256 He fortifies disdaine with forraine artes, And wanton-chaste deludes all loving hartes. If anie wight a cruell mistris serue's, Or, in dispaire, (unhappie) pines and staru's, 260 Curse Eunuke dilldo, senceless counterfet Who sooth maie fill, but never can begett. But, if revenge enraged with dispaire, That such a dwarf his wellfare should empaire, 264 Would faine this womans secretarie knowe, Lett him attend the markes that I shall showe: He is a youth almost two handfulls highe, Streight, round, and plumb, yett hauing but one eye, 268 Wherein the rhewme so feruentlie doeth raigne, That Stigian gulph maie scarce his teares containe; Attired in white veluet, or in silk, And nourisht with whott water, or with milk, 272 Arm'd otherwhile in thick congealed glasse, When he, more glib, to hell be lowe would passe. Vpon a charriot of five wheeles he rydes, The which an arme strong driuer stedfast guides, 276 And often alters pace as wayes growe deepe, (For who, in pathes unknowne, one gate can keepe?) Sometimes he smoothlie slideth doune the hill; Another while, the stones his feete doe kill; 280