To Clarastella. Loves enterteinment

When Love was exild Heav'n, and to and fro
For want of friends did here a begging go,
To seek relief, in this sad pilgrimage
I entertein'd the Youth my maenial page.
And though he was of many held in scorn,
Yet knew I he was of a Goddesse born.
For whose fair sake I took him home, and laid
Him in the fairest lodging that I had.
I cloath'd the hungersterved wretch when he
Was almost dead for cold and misery:
Daily I fed him with my sighs, and in
My tears he quencht his thirst and bath'd his skin.
Encourag'd thus the lad grew sawcie, he
Would from a servant now a Master be.
First he entic'd my thoughts and cuningly
Wrought their consent to the Conspiracie;
Then he fast bound my senses by surprise,
That so he might at th' Porthole of mine eys
Bring in's Associate; then set th' fort on fire,
Having betraid the breastworks to desire.

You are that Goddesse hatcht and sent this spie,
I therefore do forgive his treacherie.
(Fair Empresse) now y'have got it by a wile,
I'l teach you how to keep it: with a smile.