LXXXIII.
[The Muses not long since intrapping Loue]
In this Sonnet the Author hath imittaed one of Ronsardes
Au liure de ses mesianges.
Odes; which beginneth thus.
Les Muses herent vn iour
De chaisnes de roses Amour,
Et pour le garder, le donnerent
Aus Graces & à la Beautè:
Qui voyans sa desloyautè,
Sus Parnase l'emprisonnerent. &c.
The
Muses not long since intrapping Loue
In chaines of roases linked all araye,
Gaue Beawtie charge to watch in theire behoue
With Graces three, lest he should wend awaye:
Who fearing yet he would escape at last,
On high Parnassus toppe they clapt him fast.
When Venus vnderstoode her Sonne was thrall,
She made post haste to haue God Vulcans ayde,
vt Martis reuocetur amor, sūmique Tonantis, A te Iuno petit Ceston et ipsa Venus. Martialis.
Solde him her Gemmes, and Ceston therewithall,
To ransome home her Sonne that was betraide;
But all in vaine. the Muses made no stoare
Of gold, but bound him faster then before.
Therefore all you, whom Loue did ere abuse,
Come clappe your handes with me, to see him thrall,
Whose former deedes no reason can excuse,
For killing those which hurt him not at all:
My selfe by him was lately led awrye,
Though now at last I force my loue to dye.
