Diella :: :: University of Virginia Library

When first the feather'd God did strike my hart,
with fatall and ymedicable wound,
Leauing behind the head of his fell dart,
my bloodlesse body fell vnto the ground;
And, when with shame I reinforc'd my might,
boldly to gaze on her so heauenly face,
Huge flames of fire she darted from her light,
which since haue scorcht me in most pitious case,
To quench which heate, an Ocean of teares
haue gushed out from forth my red-swolne eyes,
But deep-fetch'd sighes this raging flame vpreares,
and blowes the sparkes vp to the purple skies.
Whereat, the Gods afraid that heauen should burne,
Intreated Loue that I for e're might mourne.