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.

57IF Loue make me forsworn, how shal I swere to loue?

58O, neuer faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed:

59Though to my selfe forsworn, to thee Ile constant proue,

60those thoghts to me like Okes, to thee like Osiers bowed.

61Studdy his byas leaues, and makes his booke thine eies,

62where all those pleasures liue, that Art can comprehend:

63If knowledge be the marke, to know thee shall suffice:

64Wel learned is that toung that well can thee commend,

65All ignorant that soule, that sees thee without wonder,

66Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admyre:

67Thine eye Ioues lightning seems, thy voice his dreadfull thunder

68which (not to anger bent) is musick & sweet fire

69 Celestiall as thou art, O, do not loue that wrong:

70 To sing heauens praise, with such an earthly toung.

71SCarse had the Sunne dride vp the deawy morne,

72And scarse the heard gone to the hedge for shade:

73When Cytherea (all in Loue forlorne)

74A longing tariance for Adonis made

75Vnder an Osyer growing by a brooke,

76A brooke, where Adon vsde to coole his spleene:

77Hot was the day, she hotter that did looke

78For his approch, that often there had beene.

79Anon he comes, and throwes his Mantle by,

80And stood starke naked on the brookes greene brim:

81The Sunne look't on the world with glorious eie,

82Yet not so wistly, as this Queene on him:

83 He spying her, bounst in (whereas he stood)

84 Oh IOVE (quoth she) why was not I a flood?