But all the world at my love stands amazed,
Nor one that on his angel’s face hath gazed,
But (ravisht with delight) him presents bring:
Some weaning lambs, and some a suckling kyd,
Some nuts, and fil-beards, others peares and plums;
Another with a milk-white heyfar comes;
As lately Ægon’s man (Damœtas) did;
But neither he nor all the Nymphs beside,
Can win my Ganymede with them t’ abide.”