So shutts she up hir conduit all in haste,
And will not let hir Nectar ouer-flowe,
Least mortall man immortall ioyes should knowe.
Adieu! unconstant loue, to thy disporte
Adieu! false mirth, and melodie too short;
Adieu! faint-hearted instrument of lust;
That falselie hath betrayde our equale trust.
Hence-forth no more will I implore thine[°] ayde,
Or thee, or man of cowardize upbrayde[°].
My little dilldo shall suply[°] their kinde: