Thus ravished, then distracted, as was deemed,
Not taught to write of Love in this extreme;
In love, in fear; yea, trembling (as it seemed),
If praising her, he should not keep the mean!
Thus vexed, he wept! His tears intreated pity,
But Love unconstant, tunes a woful ditty.
Now kneels to Venus. Faithfulness protested
To this, none else! This was his only Saint!
Vowed e'er his service, or to be arrested
To Venus' censure! Thus he left to faint.