Artesia, her voice, his ears had charmed!
Thus poor Daiphantus was, with love tormented.
Vitullia's beauty, as he did impart,
The others' virtues vanquishèd his heart.
At length, he grew as in an ecstasy
'Twixt Love and Love, Whose beauty was the truer?
His thoughts thus diverse, as in a lunacy,
He starts and stares, to see Whose was the purer?
Oft treads a maze, runs, suddenly then stays,
Thus with himself, himself makes many frays.