As that same other Isle, that greater bredth now beares.
But tract of time, that all things doth decay, viii
And this deuouring Sea, that naught doth spare,
The most part of my land hath washt away,
And throwne it vp vnto my brothers share:
So his encreased, but mine did empaire.
Before which time I lou’d, as was my lot,
That further mayd, hight Philtra the faire,
With whom a goodly doure I should haue got,
And should haue ioyned bene to her in wedlocks knot.