This is admirable: Did my intention tend to love, as soone I should embrace your motion in that kind As any others, wert but to afford Some small lustracon for the wrong my daughter Intended you; nay, to confesse my thought, I feele a strong propension in my selfe To yeild to you; but I am loath,your youth Will quickly loath me.

what a pleasing sound Its liquid fingers, harping on the stones, Yeilds to th'admiring eare!