Her noble birth, the sundry haps shee had:
How many erst the like infortunate haue beene,
Whose forme haue made right noble hearts full sad:
Hee neede not now in loue bee halfe so mad,
Sith beauty is the baite enbaneth many a bower,
A meate too sweete in taste, that sauced is too sower.
2.
It caused Hercules to slay th’ Œchalian King,
And Deianire her worthy fere to bane:
It caus’d the Greekes their armies forth to bring,