XXVIII.
[Many haue liu'd in countreys farre and ny]
In this Passion the Authour doth very busilie imitate & augment
a certaine Ode of Ronsard, which hee writeth vnto his
Mistres; he beginneth, as followeth,
Plusieurs de leurs cors denués
Se sont veuz en diuerse terre
Miraculeusement mués,
L'vn en Serpent, & l'autre en Pierre,
L'vn en Fleur, l'autre en Arbrisseau,
L'vn en Loup &c?
Many
haue liu'd in countreys farre and ny,
Whose heartes by Loue once quite consum'd away,
Strangely their shapes were changed by and by,
One to a Flow'r, an other to a Bay,
One to a Streame, whose course yet maketh mone,
One to a Doue, an other to a Stone.
But harke my Deere; if wishing could preuaile,
I would become a Christall Mirrour I,
Wherein thou might'st behold what thing I aile:
Or els I would be chang'd into a Flie,
To tast thy cuppe, and being dayly ghest
At bord and bedde, to kisse thee mid'st thy rest;
Or I would be Perfume for thee to burne,
That with my losse I might but please thy smell;
Or be some sacred Spring, to serue thy turne,
By bathing that, wherein my heart doth dwell;
But woe is me, my wishing is but vaine,
Since fate bidds Loue to work my endlesse paine.
