From Eclogue vij

            Borrill.

Oh spightfull wayward wretched loue,
Woe to Venus which did nurse thee,
Heauens and earth thy plagues doe proue,
Gods and men haue cause to curse thee.
Thoughts griefe, hearts woe,
Hopes paine, bodies languish,
Enuies rage, sleepes foe,
Fancies fraud, soules anguish,
Desires dread, mindes madnes,
Secrets bewrayer, natures error,
Sights deceit, sullens sadnes,
Speeches expence, Cupids terror,
Malcontents melancholly,
Liues slaughter, deaths nurse,
Cares slaue, dotard's folly,
Fortunes bayte, world's curse,
Lookes theft, eyes blindnes,
Selfes will, tongues treason,
Paynes pleasure, wrongs kindnes,
Furies frensie, follies reason:
With cursing thee as I began,
Neither God, neither man,
Neither Fayrie, neither Feend.

            Batte.

Loue is the heauens fayre aspect,
    loue is the glorie of the earth,
Loue only doth our liues direct,
    loue is our guyder from our birth,

Loue taught my thoughts at first to flie,
    loue taught mine eyes the way to loue,
Loue raysed my conceit so hie,
    loue framd my hand his arte to proue.

Loue taught my Muse her perfect skill,
    loue gaue me first to Poesie:
Loue is the Soueraigne of my will,
    loue bound me first to loyalty.

Loue was the first that fram'd my speech,
    loue was the first that gaue me grace:
Loue is my life and fortunes leech,
    loue made the vertuous giue me place.

Loue is the end of my desire,
    loue is the loadstarre of my loue,
Loue makes my selfe, my selfe admire,
    loue seated my delights aboue.

Loue placed honor in my brest,
    loue made me learnings fauoret,
Loue made me liked of the best,
    loue first my minde on virtue set.

Loue is my life, life is my loue,
    loue is my whole felicity,
Loue is my sweete, sweete is my loue,
    I am in loue, and loue in mee.