¶The Shepheard Eurymachus to his faire Shep∣heardesse Mirimida.
VVHen Flora proud in pompe of all her flowers
sate bright and gay:
And gloried in the dewe of Iris showers,
and did display
Her mantle checquer'd all with gaudie greene,
Then I
alone
A mournfull man in Ericine was seene.
With folded armes I trampled through the grasse,
Tracing as he
That held the Throne of Fortune brittle glasse,
And loue to be
Like Fortune fleeting, as the restlesse winde
Mixed
with mists
Whose dampe doth make the clearest eyes grow blinde.
Thus in a maze, I spied a hideous flame,
I cast my sight,
And sawe where blithely bathing in the same
With great delight