What bootes it all to haue, and nothing vse?
Who shall him rew, that swimming in the maine,
Will die for thirst[625], and water doth refuse?
Refuse such fruitlesse toile, and present pleasures chuse.
By this she had him lulled fast a sleepe, xviii
That of no worldly[626] thing he care did take;
Then she with liquors strong his eyes did steepe,
That nothing should him hastily awake:
So she him left, and did her selfe betake
Vnto her boat againe, with which she cleft