To CASTARA.

STay under the kinde shadow of this tree
Castara, and protect thy selfe and me
From the Sunnes rayes. Which shew the grace of Kings,
A dangerous warmth with too much favour brings.
How happy in this shade the humble Vine
Doth 'bout some taller tree her selfe intvvine,
And so growes fruitefull; teaching us her fate
Doth beare more sweetes, though Cedars beare more state:
Behold Adonis in yand' purple flowre,
T'was Venus love: That dew, the briny showre,
… … His coynesse wept, while strugling yet alive:
Now he repents and gladly would revive,
By th' vertue of your chaste & powerfull charmes,
To play the modest wanton in your armes.