Classic Poem

ESPILUS .

Syluanus, long in loue, and long in vaine,
At length obtain'd the point of his desire,
Who being askt, now that he did obtaine
His wished weale, what more he could require:
Nothing, sayd he, for most I ioy in this,
That Goddesse mine, my blessed being sees.

THERION .

When wanton Pan, deceiu'd with lion's skin,
Came to the bed where wound for kisse he got,
To wo and shame the wretch did enter in,
Till this he tooke for comfort of his lot;
Poore Pan, he sayd, although thou beaten be,
It is no shame, since Hercules was he.

ESPILUS .

Thus ioyfull I in chosen tunes reioice
That such an one is witnesse of my hart,
Whose clerest eyes I blisse, and sweetest voyce,
That see my good, and iudgeth my desert.

THERION .

Thus wofull I in wo this salue do find,
My foule mishap came yet from fairest mind.