To end these iarres begun betwixt vs twaine,
That he constrain’d t’appease his wonted pride,
And I respecting glorie more then gaine,
Did reunite our selues in loue againe:
The frowne of Mars did bring his stomacke downe,
And golden gifts did calme our martiall frowne.
38.
Farre from the fruitfull Albion’s peacefull shoare,
For th’easterne world thy muse thou now must wing,
Who in her flight a loftie pitch must soare,