XIIII.
[Some that reporte great Alexanders life]
The Authour still pursuing his inuention vpon the
song of his Mistres, in the last staffe of this sonnet
he falleth into this fiction: that whilest he greedelie
laied open his eares to the hearing of his
Ladies voice, as one more then halfe in a doubt,
that Apollo him selfe had beene at hand, Loue espiyng
a time of aduantage, transformed him selfe
into the substance of aier, and so deceitfullie
entered into him with his owne great goodwill
and desire, and nowe by mayne force still holdeth
his possession.
Some
that reporte great Alexanders life,
They say, that harmonie so moud his mind,
That oft he roase from meat to warlike strife
At sounde of Trumpe, or noyse of battle kind,
And then, that musickes force of softer vaine
Caus'd him returne frō strokes to meat againe.
And as for me, I thinke it nothing strange,
That musick hauing birth from heau'ns aboue,
By diuers tunes can make the minde to change:
For I my selfe in hearing my sweete Loue,
By vertue of her song both tasted griefe,
And such delight, as yeelded some reliefe.
When first I gan to giue attentiue eare,
Thinking Apolloes voice did haunte the place,
I little thought my Lady had beene there:
But whilest mine eares lay open in this case,
Transform'd to ayre Loue entred with my will,
And nowe perforce doth keepe possession still.
