Vowing, in this full heat of lust and pride,
To try how fast Bellama's girdle's tied.
But as our alchemists do study much,
Spend all their wits and wealth to find that stone
Which baser metals doth engold with touch,
1410(As he which once did awe the Phrygian throne)
And when they long have dreamèd of a mass,
Their silver's turned to tin, their gold to brass.
Just so our amorist, stuffed full with hope,
Came to this walk for his expected treasure,