Euen Ganimede himselfe she would forsake.
Oh would shee would forsake my Ganimede,
Whose sugred loue is full of sweete delight,
Vpon whose fore-head you may plainely reade
Loues Pleasure, grau'd in yuorie Tables bright:
In whose faire eye-balls you may clearely see
Base Loue still staind with foule indignitie.
Oh would to God he would but pitty mee,
That loue him more than any mortall wight;