Fresh Hyacinthus, Phœbus paramoure,
And dearest loue,[1009]
Foolish Narcisse[1010], that likes the watry shore,
Sad Amaranthus, made a flowre but late,
Sad Amaranthus, in whose purple gore
Me seemes I see Amintas wretched fate,
To whom sweet Poets verse hath giuen endlesse date.
There wont faire Venus often to enioy xlvi
Her deare Adonis ioyous company,
And reape sweet pleasure of the wanton boy;