1 Yet pity often did the gods relent,
relent > soften, cause to relent
2 To see so fair things marred, and spoiled quite:
so > such marred > debased
3 And their great mother Venus did lament 4 The loss of her dear brood, her dear delight; 5 Her heart was pierced with pity at the sight 6 When, walking through the Garden, them she spied, 7 Yet no'te she find redress for such despite.
no'te she > she could not despite > outrage; malice, maliciousness
8 For all that lives is subject to that law: 9 All things decay in time, and to their end do draw.
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But were it not, that Time their troubler is,
2 All that in this delightfull Gardin growes,
Should happie be, and haue immortall blis:
4 For here all plentie, and all pleasure flowes,
And sweet loue gentle fits emongst them throwes,
6 Without fell rancor, or fond gealosie;
Franckly each paramour his leman knowes,
8 Each bird his mate, ne any does enuie
Their goodly meriment, and gay felicitie.
1 But were it not that Time their troubler is, 2 All that in this delightful garden grows 3 Should happy be, and have immortal bliss: