Laboris effecta

DIANA chast, doth eagerly pursue
With swiftest houndes, the aiery-footed Stagge:
And while they keepe, the merry chase in view,
The woodes with Eccho's thundring, Loue doth lagge
Behind the thickets, and with arrow keene,
Doth lie in waite, to wound this maiden Queene.

But all in vaine he doth his shaftes bestow,
For Labour did this Goddesse faire defend,
And sau'd her harmelesse from his deadly bow,
And pois'nous dartes: so if thou dost intend,
To overcome the force of Cupids might,
Flie Idlenesse, and then he leaues thee streight.