Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

Dalliance.

Euen as an emptie Eagle sharpe by fast, Tires with her beake on feather, flesh and bone, Shaking her wings, deuouring all in hast, Till eyther gorge be stuft, or pray be gone, Euen so she kist his brow, his cheeke, his chin, And where she ends, she doth anew begin. W. Shakespeare.

— Looke how close the Iuy doth embrace The tree or branch about the which it growes, So close the louers couched in that place, Each drawing in the breath the other blowes: But how great ioyes they found that little space, Well we may gesse, but none for certaine knowes, Such was theyr sport, so well theyr leere they couth, That oft they had two tongues within one mouth. S. I. Harr.

Like as the wanton Iuie with his twine, When as the Oake his rootlesse body warmes, The straightest saplings strictly doe combine, Clipping the wood with his lasciuious armes: Such our imbraces when our sport begins, Lapt in our armes like Ledaes louely twins. M. Drayton.

Euen as faire Castor when a calme begins, Beholding then his starry-tressed brother, With mirth and glee these swan-begotten twins, Presaging ioy the one imbrace the other: Thus one the other in our armes we fold, Our breasts for ioy our harts could scarcely hold. Idem.

— As when Ioue at once from East to West Cast off two Eagles to discerne the fight Of this worlds centre, both his birds ioynd brest In Cynthian Delphos, since Earths nauill height: So casting off my ceaselesse thoughts to see My harts true centre, all doe meete in thee. G. Chapman.

Like as a well-tunde Lute that's tucht with skill In musicks language sweetly speaking plaine, When euery string it selfe with sound doth fill, Taking theyr times, and giuing them againe, A diapazon heard in euery straine; So theyr affections set in keyes so like, Still fall in consort as theyr humors strike. M. Drayton.