Scarse twise seuen times had Phaebus waggon wheele
Obliquely wandred through the Zodiacks line,
Since nature first to Ops did me resigne,
When in mine youthfull vaine I well could feele
A lustfull rage, which reasons cheanes of steele
With headstrong force of lust did still vntwine,
To wanton fancies I did then encline:
Whilst mine vnbridled Phaeton did reele
With heedlesse rage, till that his chariot camme
To take in fould his resting with the Ramme
But bootlesse all: for such was his vnrest
That in no limittes he could be contained,
To lawlesse sportes and pleasures euer prest
And his swift wheeles, with their sweet oyle distained.