Sometimes he falsely faines himselfe to sleepe,
Whiles through their lids his wanton eies do peepe,
To steale a snatch of amorous conceipt[609],
Whereby close fire into his heart does creepe:
So, them[610] deceiues, deceiu’d in his deceipt,
Made drunke with drugs of deare voluptuous receipt.
Atin arriuing there, when him he spide, xxxv
Thus in still waues of deepe delight to wade,
Fiercely approching, to him lowdly cride,
Cymochles; oh no, but Cymochles shade,