Love, live, and like him well, before you grant him grace or faith,
So shall your love continue long, experience thus he saith.
Virginia. I grant, dear Dame, I do agree,
When time shall so provide;
But tender youth and infancy
Doth rather wish me bide.
What, should I lose Diana’s gift
And eke the spring to shun,
By which Acteon fatally
His final race did run?