There heard we him with broke and hollow plaint
Rew with himselfe his end approaching fast,
And all for naught his wretched mind torment,
With sweete remembrance of his pleasures past,
And fresh delites of lustic youth forewast.
Recounting which, how would he sob and shreek?
And to be yong again of Ioue beseeke.
But and the cruell fates so fixed be,
That time forepast cannot returne againe,
This one request of Ioue yet prayed he: