Entred againe thy soule, and day and night,
In watch, in sleepe, her Image follow’d thee:
Not dreaming but of her, repenting still
That thou for warre hadst such a Goddes left.
Thou car’st no more for Parth, nor Parthian bow,
Sallies, assaults, encounters, shocks, alarmes,
For diches, rampiers, wards, entrenched grounds:
Thy only care is sight of Nilus streames,
Sight of that face whose guilefull semblant doth
(Wandring in thee) infect thy tainted hart.