Yeelds my selfe captiue to thy conqu'ring eies:
O then shew mercy, do not tyrannize.
Scarce had Apollo vtter'd these last words
(Rayning downe pearle from his immortall eies)
When she for answere, naught but feare affords,
Filling the place with lamentable cries:
But Phœbus fearing much these raging fits,
With sugred kisses sweetely charm'd her lips.
(And tells her softly in her softer eare)
That he a God is, and no mortall creature: