from Pamphilia to Amphilanthus: 17

Sweet shades why doe you seeke to give delight

    To mee who deeme delight in this vilde place

    Butt torment, sorrow, and mine owne disgrace

    To taste of joy, or your vaine pleasing sight;

Show them your pleasures who saw never night

    Of greife, wher joyings fauning, smiling face

    Appeers as day, wher griefe found never space

    Yett for a sigh, a grone, or envies spite;

Butt O on mee a world of woes doe ly,

    Or els on mee all harmes strive to rely,

    And to attend like servants bound to mee,

Heat in desire, while frosts of care I prove,

    Wanting my love, yett surfett doe with love

    Burne, and yett freeze, better in hell to bee.