The Amorose Songes, Sonets, and Elegies | ||
To PENELOPE.
The Persian King in danger to be dround,Ask'd if no helpe in humane hands did stand,
The Skipper then cast in the Salt profound,
Some Persians braue, & brought the King to land.
Then Xerxes crowns the Skipper with his hand,
Who saues the King deseru's (quoth he) a crowne:
But he at once to kill him gaue command,
Die die, said he, who did my Persians drowne.
My Ladie faire, a Xerxes proud doth proue,
My worthles Verse she doth reward with gold:
But (O allace) she lets me die for loue,
And now I rew that I haue bin so bold.
As Xerxes crownd, and kild his man; right so
Shee seemes a frind, and proues a mortall foe.
Credula res amor est &c.
The Amorose Songes, Sonets, and Elegies | ||