Calipsoe’s cuppes with poysoned trechery,
Cannot so much abridge man’s liberty,
As Circus[1202] songes, and Circe’s suttle art,
Whose chaunting charmes inwrapt with wo my hart.
9.
Vlisses sayling by the perilous place,
Where these to please the passours by, did play,
Where lady Loue doth vante with garishe grace,
Her daynty damsels, gallant gyrles, and gaye
Intycing trulles, they causde the Greeke to say: