Poore Love in chaines, and fetters like a thiefe
I mett led forthe, as chast Diana's gaine,
Vowing the untaught Lad should noe reliefe
From her receave, who glory'd in fond paine,

She call'd him theife; with vowes hee did maintaine
Hee never stole; butt some sadd slight of griefe
Had given to those who did his powre disdaine,
In which reveng, his honor, was the chiefe:

She say'd hee murder'd, and therfor must dy;
Hee, that hee caus'd butt love: did harmes deny
Butt, while she thus discoursing with him stood

The Nimphs unty'd him, and his chaines tooke off
Thinking him safe; butt hee loose, made a scofe
Smiling, and scorning them, flew to the wood.