43SWeet Cytherea, sitting by a Brooke,

44With young Adonis, louely, fresh and greene,

45Did court the Lad with many a louely looke,

46Such lookes as none could looke but beauties queen.

47She told him stories, to delight his eares:

48She shew'd him fauors, to allure his eie:

49To win his hart, she toucht him here and there,

50Touches so soft still conquer chastitie.

51But whether vnripe yeares did want conceit,

52Or he refusde to take her figured proffer,

53The tender nibler would not touch the bait,

54But smile, and ieast, at euery gentle offer:

55 Then fell she on her backe, faire queen, & toward

56 He rose and ran away, ah foole too froward.