Vis Amoris

ALCIDES heere, hath throwne his Clubbe away,
And weares a Mantle, for his Lions skinne,
Thus better liking for to passe the day,
With Omphale, and with her maides to spinne,
To card, to reele, and doe such daily taske,
What ere it pleased, Omphale to aske.

That all his conquests wonne him not such Fame,
For which as God, the world did him adore,
As Loues affection, did disgrace and shame
His virtues partes. How many are there more,
Who hauing Honor, and a worthy name,
By actions base, and lewdnes loose the same.