Whom fortune made my king, my love made subject;
He found by proof the privilege of beauty,
That it had power to countermand all duty.
[4840]———Deus ipse deorum
Factus ob hanc formam bos, equus imber olor.
———the bushes in the way
Some catch her neck, some kiss her face,
Some twine about her legs to make her stay,
And all did covet her for to embrace.
[4850]The wanton air in twenty sweet forms danc't