Eccho to Narcissus. In praise of CASTARA'S discreete Love.

SC…rn'd in thy watry Vrne Na…cissus lye,
Thou shalt not force more tribute from my eye
T'increase thy streames: or make me weep a showre,
To adde fresh beauty to thee, now a flowre.
But should relenting heaven restore thee sence,
To see such wisedome temper innocence,
In faire Castara's loves how shee discreet,
Makes causion with a noble freedome meete,
At the same moment; thould'st confesse fond boy,
Fooles onely thinke them vertuous, who are coy.
And wonder not that I, who have no choyce
Of speech, have praysing her so free a voyce▪
Heaven her severest sentence doth repeale,
When to Castara I would speake my zeale.