Which was the dearest to his donghill mind,
The God of his desire, the ioy of misers blind.
Thus whilest all things in troublous vprore were, xvi
And all men busie to suppresse the flame,
The louing couple need no reskew feare,
But leasure had, and libertie to frame
Their purpost flight, free from all mens reclame;
And Night, the patronesse of loue-stealth faire,
Gaue them safe conduct, till to end they came:
So bene they gone yfeare, a wanton paire