Cant. VII.
Amoret rapt by greedie lust
Belphebe saues from dread,
The Squire her loues, and being blam’d
his dayes in dole[112] doth lead.
Great God of loue, that with thy cruell dart[113] i
Doest conquer greatest conquerors on ground,
And setst thy kingdome in the captiue harts
Of Kings and Keasars, to thy seruice bound,