To make her worke, and wield the wittie loome:
And (for her Beauty) such as might become
The Golden Venus, He commanded Her
Vpon her Browes and Countenance to conferre
Her own Bewitchings: stuffing all her Breast
With wilde Desires, incapable of Rest;
And Cares, [280] that feed to all satiety
All human Lineaments. The Crafty spy,
And Messenger of Godheads, Mercury
He charg’d t’ informe her with a dogged Minde,