Did he not Captiue to this passion yelde,
When by his Captiue, so he was enflam’de,
As now your selfe in Cleopatra burne?
Slept in hir lapp, hir bosome kist and kiste,
With base vnsemelie seruice bought her loue,
Spinning at distaffe, and with sinewy hand
Winding on spindles threde, in maides attire?
His conqu’ring clubbe at rest on wal did hang:
His bow vnstringd he bent not as he vs’de:
Vpon his shafts the weauing spiders spunne: