"Better part friends, that follow fiends to hell!"
Ismenio, with Vitullia went together,
Perhaps both wounded with blind Cupid's dart;
Yet durst they not relate their love to either,
Love if once pitied, pierceth to the heart:
But, sure, Vitullia is so fair a mark,
Cupid would court her, though but by the dark.
Artesia, she must go, the more She's grieved,
To churlish Strymon, her adopted Mate;