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As men tormented with a burning feauer Dreame that with drinke they swage their greeuous thirst, But when they wake they feele theyr thirst perseuer, And to be greater then it was at first: So shee whose thoughts frō loue sleepe could not seuer, Dreamt of that thing for which she wake did thirst: But waking, felt and found it as before, Her hope still lesse, and her desire still more. S. I. Harr.
The man that dwells farre North hath sildome harme With blast of winters winde or nypping frost: The Negro sildome feeles himselfe too warme, If he abide within his natiue coast: So loue in mee a second nature is, And custome makes me thinke my woes are blisse. Tho. Watson.
The Harpie byrds that did in such despight Greeue and annoy old Phineus so sore, Were chasde away by Calais in fight, And by his brother Zeth for euermore: vvho followed vntill they heard on hie, A voyce that said; ye twins no farther flie. Phineus I am that so tormented was, My Laura heere I may a Harpie name, My thoughts and lusts be sonnes to Boreas, Which neuer ceast in following my dame, Till heauenly grace sayd vnto me at last, Leaue fond delights, and say thy loue is past. Idem.
All as the greedy fisher layes his hookes Alongst the coast to catch some mighty fish, More for his gaine, then wholsome for the dish Of him that buies: euen so these sisters braue, Haue louers more then honest maydens haue▪ Tho. Hudson.
— As when mightie Macedon had wonne The Monarchie of earth, yet when he fainted, Greeu'd that no greater action could be done, And that there no more worlds was to subdue, So loues defects, loues conquerour did rue. Edm. Spencer.
Looke as the faire and fiery-poynted sunne Rushing from forth a clowde bereaues our sight, Euen so the curtaine drawne, his eyes begun To winke, beeing blinded with a greater light. W. Shakespeare.
Like as in furie of a dreadfull fight, Theyr fellowes being slaine, or put to flight, Poore souldiours stand with feare of death dead stroo∣ken, So at her presence all surprizd and tooken, Await the sentence of her scornefull eyes; He whom she fauours liues, the other dies. C. Marlow.