That Lady who to Caesar came in state Upon the Rubicon, what time she feared Ruin from those strange races who appeared Erewhile to build her empire strong and great, Now stays with limbs dispersed and lacerate, A bondslave, shorn of all her pomp revered: Nor seems it now that Dinah's shame can gird Simeon or Levi to avenge her fate.

Do but say his horse stales with a good presence, and he's your bondslave.

That in this gardin where yong Clarion Was wont to solace him, a wicked wight, The foe of faire things, th'author of confusion, The shame of Nature, the bondslave of spight, 245 Had lately built his hatefull mansion; And, lurking closely, in awayte now lay, How he might anie in his trap betray.

Loath that foule blot, that hellish fiërbrand, Disloiall lust, fair Beauties foulest blame, 170 That base affections, which your eares would bland*, Commend to you by loves abused name, But is indeede the bondslave of defame; Which will the garland of your glorie marre, And quench the light of your brightshyning starre.

You are his bondslave, but not I by Pan! DAPHNIS.

Love, which is the soul of artLove, the bondslave of Beauty and the son of Poverty by Craftled him to these triumphs.

I am your bondslave ... your plaything.

Freya replied with the timidity of a bondslave.