Words writ in gold, an iron heart may render!

A Passion Song shews much more hope than duty!

Oaths spoke in tears; words, song; prove no true ditty:

A feignèd Love must find a feignèd Pity!

Thus is the good Daiphantus like the fly,

Who playing with the candle feels the flame.

The smiles of scorn are lovers' misery:

That soul's most vex't, is grievèd with his name.

Though kind Daiphantus do most love protest;

Yet is his cross, still to be thought in jest!