140835She marking them, begins a wailing note,
836And
sings extemporally a wofull dittie,
837How loue makes yong-men thrall, & old men dote,
838How loue is wi
se in follie, fooli
sh wittie:
839 Her heauie antheme
still concludes in wo,
840 And
still the quier of ecchoes an
swer
so.
141841Her
song was tedious, and out-wore the night,
842For louers houres are long, though
seeming
short,
843If plea
sd them
selues, others they thinke delight,
844In
such like circum
stance, with
such like
sport:
845 Their copious
stories oftentimes begunne,
846 End without audience, and are neuer donne.
142847For who hath
she to
spend the night withall,
848But idle
sounds re
sembling para
sits?
849Like
shrill-tongu'd Tap
sters an
swering euerie call,
850Soothing the humor of fanta
stique wits,
851 She
sayes tis
so, they an
swer all tis
so,
852 And would
say after her, if
she
said no.
143853Lo here the gentle larke wearie of re
st,
854From his moy
st cabinet mounts vp on hie,
855And wakes the morning, from who
se
siluer bre
st,
856The
sunne ari
seth in his maie
stie,
857 Who doth the world
so gloriou
sly behold,
858 That Ceader tops and hils,
seeme burni
sht gold.
Venus