Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209.
I hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, but not my love to see.
Daphnaida, v. 407.
Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid,
Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.[30:2]
Amoretti, lxx.
I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,