But pitie which sometimes doth Lyons moue,
Remou'd my sunne from moodie Lyons caue,
And into Virgoes boure did next remoue
His fierie wheeles, but then she answere gaue
That she was all vow'd to virginitie,
Yet said boue all men she would most affect me:
Fye Delian goddesse in thy companie
She learn'd with honest colour to neglect me,
And vnderneath chast vayles of single life
She shrowdes her craftie clawes, and Lyons hart,
Which with my sences now do mingle strife
Twixt loues, and vertues, which prouoke my smart:
Yet from these passions can I neuer part,
But still I make my suites importunate
To thee, which makes my case infortunate.