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PASSION. XX. (Book 20)
ZEale is but cold, where loue-lesse law restraine•…•…,
The soaring Hawke, to cease vpon his pray,
Which from the fruite of his intent refraine•…•…,
Expecting once for to behould the day:
Which being expir'd may yeilde some hope of rest,
Yf future happs may be foretould iest.
So SIEILL sayd, SINETES doubted thoe,
She did affy•…•…me, he still did feare the worse,
She prophesied a freedome of his woe,
And he did doubt that fate would alter course:
For though on him that Fortune false did smile,
Yet sure he thought it was but to beguile.
MEDEA did make AESON young againe,
She thought to gaine a daughters name therefore,
But she that doth a daughters name obtaine,
With art can not her fathers weale restore:
For bound he is, and freedome cannot sway,
Excepte that he whoe gaue doe take away.
Sweete ladies then what helpe is to be had,
That time decreede may once be expir'd,
But that meane time you doe with comforts glad,
And dayne a smile where no more is desir'd,
Yeilde poore SINETES hope though in his graue,
That in your mindes his worthes you will ingraue.