She falls off With such a soddaine ambiguitie, From the strong heate of her profesd love That I conceive she intends a regular proofe Of my untainted Faith.

XI. Mars, shaming to have given so great head To his off-spring, that mortall puissaunce, Puft up with pride of Romane hardiehead, Seem'd above heavens powre it selfe to advaunce, Cooling againe his former kindled heate With which he had those Romane spirits fild.

For that no matter, I darre fortunes worst In ryghte of vertue; & if you'le be pleased Thys screane may be removed that keepes away All comfortable heate from everye man Which he stands neare, Ile tell you thyngs that shall Confyrme you I am yours.

You take the word me thinkes as tho you would, And if there be a thought of such kind heate In your cold bosome, wood to god my breath Might blowe it to the flame of your kind hart.