LXI.
[If Loue had lost his shaftes, and Ioue downe threw]
The inuention of this Passion is borrowed, for the most parte
from Seraphine Son. 125. Which beginneth,
Sel gran tormento i fier fulmini accesi
Perduti hauessi, e li suoi strali Amore,
In'ho tanti traffitti in meggio el core,
Che sol da me li potriano esser resi;
Ese de gli ampli mari in terra stesi
Fusse priuo Neptuno, io spando fore
Lagryme tante, che con più liquore
Potrebbe nuoui mari hauer ripresi; &c.
If
Loue had lost his shaftes, and Ioue downe threw
His thundring boltes, and spent his forked fire,
They onely might recou'red be anew
From out my Hart croswounded with desire;
Or if Debate by Mars were lost a space,
It might be found within the selfe same place;
If Neptunes waues were all dride vp and gone,
My weeping eyes so many teares distill,
That greater Seas might grow by them alone;
Or if no flame were yet remayning still
In Vulcans forge, he might from out my brest
Make choise of such as should befit him best.
If Aeole were depriu'd of all his charge,
Yet soone could I restore his windes againe,
By sobbing sighes, which forth I blow at large,
To moue her mind that pleasures in my paine;
What man, but I, could thus encline his will
To liue in Loue, which hath no end of ill?
