So good Daiphantus, thinking to enrol
Himself in grace, by telling of Love's merit
Was so distracted, how he should commend it,
Where he began, he wished still to end it.
"Eurialæ, my eyes are hers in right!
Urania, my tongue is as her due!
Artesia, my ears to her I 'dite!
My heart to each! and yet my heart to you,
To you, Vitullia! to you, and all the rest,