XIII.
[Vnto a flie transformd frō humain kind]
[1]
Vnto a flie transformd frō humain kind
Me thought I ranged on a sunshine day,
When for to ease my sadde afflicted mind
Vpon my mistres robe I gan to play
At length I mounted vppe at her dainetie breast
Froō whēce I soght my solace and my rest.
2
Yet not content with these aspiring toyes
Changing my seate into her curled heyre,
By seeking to encrease my new found ioyes,
I turnde my sweete applause to sudden feares,
For chauncing on her eyes of flame and fire,
I burnt my winges whereby I did aspire.
2
Thus falling to the ground in my decay,
With mourneful bussings crauing her reliefe,
Me thought she moude with ruth my heauy lay,
And crusht me with her foot to end my griefe,
And said lo where the silly wretch doth lie,
Whose end was such because he flue so hie.
