Whiles with strong chaines, of hardy-tempered steele,
I bound my thoughtes, still gadding fast and faster:
When they through time, the diffrences did feele,
Betwixt a mistrisse seruice and a maister.
Keeping in bondage iealously enthralled,
In prisons of neglect, his natures mildenesse,
Him I with sollitary studies walled,
By thraldome choaking his out-rageous wildenesse.
On whome, my carefull thoughtes I set to watche,
Guarding him closely, least he should out-issue:
To seeke thee (Laya) who still wrought to catch,
And traine my tender boy, that could not misse-you:
So you bewitcht him once, when he did kisse-you:
That by such sleightes, as neuer were found out
To serue your turne he dayly went about.