16.
I thus ariude in pleasure’s cursed courte,
I lothed Mars, I hated Mercury,
It was me thought a passing pleasant sporte,
Leauinge the feeldes at Bacchus brauery,
Sometime to sit vpon my mistresse knee,
Where that I might be at my pleasure plaste,
I sent the noble duke to warres in hast.[1205]
17.
You which haue playd with pleasure’s banding bales,