Yet must I now lament that lips so pure of the purest Damsel, thy slaver foul soiled with filthiest kiss.But ne'er hope to escape scot free; for thee shall all agesKnow, and what thing thou be, Fame, the old crone, shall declare.
OF GALLUS.Gallus hath brothers in pair, this owning most beautiful consort,While unto that is given also a beautiful son.