XXXII.
[In Thetis lappe, while Titan tooke his rest]
Here the Authour by fayning a troublesome dreame, expresseth
a full Passion of Loue. And how soeuer some wil conster
of this kinde of inuention, it is euident, that the like hath
bin vsuall amongst those that haue excelled in the sweetest
vaine of Poetrie. And (to let the rest goe,) it may please him
that is curious to finde some president hereof, to visite but
the workes of Hercules Strozza, who in his Somnium hath
writtē so exquisitely, that the Dreame will quite his trauaile
that shall peruse it with due attention.
In
Thetis lappe, while Titan tooke his rest,
I slumbring lay within my restlesse bedde,
Till Morpheus vs'd a falsed soary iest,
Presenting her, by whom I still am ledde:
For then I thought she came to ende my wo,
But when I wakt (alas) t'was nothing so.
Embracing ayre in steed of my delight,
I blamed Loue as authour of the guile,
Who with a second sleepe clozd vp my sight,
And said (me thought) that I must bide a while
Ixions paines, whose armes did oft embrace
False darkned clouds, in steed of Iunoes grace.
When I had laine and slumbred thus a while,
Rewing the dolefull doome that Loue assign'd,
A woman Saint, which bare an Angels face,
Bad me awake and ease my troubled minde:
With that I wakt, forgetting what was past,
And sawe t'was Hope, which helped thus at last.
