The well-disposed heaven here proving to the earth
A husband furthering fruit, a midwife helping birth.
But whilst th’ industrious Muse thus labours to relate
Those rillets that attend proud Tamer and her state,
A neighbourer of this nymph’s, as high in fortune’s grace,
And whence calm Tamer trips, clear Towridge in that place
Is poured from the spring, and seems at first to flow
That way which Tamer strains; but as she great doth grow,
Rememb’reth to foresee what rivals she should find
To interrupt her course; whose so unsettled mind