Upon the fairest webb that nature ever spun. Sonnet

Lett not Arachnes Loome be namd
Wher Natures Curious hand hath framd
A Webb soe Fair and fine
A one
That Pallas though Divine
Enters not heer into Comparison.

'Twer Folly for to represent
Jove on the Liquid Element
When he Europa's Rape
Procurd
Sithence that Her heavnly shape.

Who've only seen, a greater rape endurd
Or should the Goddes new compose
Her Rock and in her Nett inclose
Twelve Gods at once in vain
'Twould be
When the Celestiall Train
On Her brest sitt in greater Majesty.

If for this bowld attempted peese
Nature should be judgd to leese
Or change her forme: Lett' be
That I
Through Metamorphosy
Who am allready caught, hang thear a Flye.