her ffaint & weary hart [to1] cheirsh,

which was soe fyered, that shee descryed 2

to quench her thirst,

& cryed, "helpe Bacchus, or else I perish!"
who still did hold her, & plainly told her

he wold 3 kisse her ffirst.

par melio shance,

ffor itt doth pleasing tast soe well,

my hart doth will me ffor to fill me

of this sweete Vine;

I wold that I might alwayes dwell

in this ffaire Arbor! heeres soe good harbor,

Shee drunke soe long, ere shee had done,

to quench her thirst.

He turned himself

into a butt of wine,

and bade her

suck the quill.

She did,

and drank

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WHEN SCORTCHING PHOEBUS.

Att last shee ffell in peeces twaine;
& being assunder, appeard a wonder,
God pryapus!

yett ffaine shee wold haue drunke againe;

& oft did visitt, & much solicite

God Diacchus.

His emptye caske wold yeeld noe more,—
to-iour bonne tannce,—

ffor shee had sucked itt ffull sore,

par melio shance.

quoth she "god Bacchus, change thy shape;
ffor now thy rigour, & all thy vigour,

Is cleane decayd.

behold [thou] here this new borne babe,
who when he is proued, heele 2 be beloued
of wiffe & maide."

This bellye god that wold be drunke-
to-iour bonne tannce,-

and being a goddesse, proued a punke,3
par melyo shance,

her lusty bastarde stiffe & stronge,
was made & framed, & alsoe named,

god Bacchus heyre.

he had a nose 3 handfull Long,

with one eye bleared, & all besmeard

about with hayre.

He is the god of rich & poore

to-iour bonne tannce ;—

he openeth euery womans doore,
par melio shance;

MS. the.-F. Quoth she, God.-P. 2 will.-P.

3 Thus of a Goddess made a punk.-P.