"I pray thee Nymph Penaeis stay, I chase not as a fo: Stay Nymph: the Lambes so flee the Wolves, the Stags the Lions so. With flittring feathers sielie Doves so from the Gossehauke flie, And every creature from his foe. Love is the cause that I Do followe thee: alas alas how would it grieve my heart, To see thee fall among the briers, and that the bloud should start Out of thy tender legges, I, wretch, the causer of thy smart."