"Alass! alass! that loue should be a sinne! Euen now my blisse and sorrowe doeth beginne. Hould wyde thy lapp, my louelie Danae, And entretaine the golden shoure so free,That trikling falles into thy treasurie. As Aprill-drops not half so pleasant be, Nor Nilus overflowe to Ægipt plaines As this sweet-streames that all hir ioints imbaynes."
January 1, 1970