But, for to preserue her maidenhode[1561] clene,
Transformyd was she into the laurell grene.
Meddelyd with murnynge[1562] the moost parte of his muse,
O thoughtfull herte, was euermore his songe!
Daphnes, my derlynge, why do you me refuse?
Yet loke on me, that louyd you haue so longe,
Yet haue compassyon vpon my paynes stronge:
He sange also how, the tre as he did take 300
Betwene his armes, he felt her body quake.
Then he assurded into this[1563] exclamacyon