Astrophel and Stella: 103

O happie Tems, that didst my Stella beare,I saw thy selfe with many a smiling lineVpon thy cheerefull face, joyes liuerie weare:While those faire planets on thy streams did shine.The boat for joy could not to daunce forbeare,While wanton winds with beauties so deuineRauisht, staid not, till in her golden haireThey did themselues (O sweetest prison) twine.And faine those Æols youth there would their stayHaue made, but forst by nature still to flie,First did with puffing kisse those locks display:She so discheueld, blusht; from window IWith sight thereof cride out; O faire disgrace,Let honour selfe to thee graunt highest place.