“Fairest of fair, O lady mine Venus, Daughter to Jove, and spouse of Vulcanus, Thou gladder of the mount of Citheron! 641 For thilkë 642 love thou haddest to Adon 643 Have pity on my bitter tearës’ smart, And take mine humble prayer to thine heart. Alas! I havë no languáge to tell Th’ effectë, nor the torment of mine hell; Mine heartë may mine harmës not betray; I am so cónfused, that I cannot say. But mercy, lady bright, that knowest well My thought, and seest what harm that I feel. Consider all this, and rue upon 644 my sore, As wisly 645 as I shall for evermore Enforce my might, thy true servant to be, And holdë war alway with chastity: