“... followed her mute, like turtle chaste,
To prove that death their hearts cannot divide,
Which, living, were in love so firmly tied.
The Gods which all things see, this same beheld;
And pittying this paire of lovers trew,
Transformed them, there lying on the field,
Into one flowre, that is both red and blew.
It first growes red, and then to blew doth fade,
Like Astrophel, which thereinto was made.
And in the midst thereof a starre appeares,