Ivno , that on her head Loues liuerie carried,
Scorning to weare the markes of Io's pleasure,
Knew while the Boy in Æquinoctiall tarried,
His heats would rob the heauen of heauenly treasure,
Beyond the Tropicks she the Boy doth banish,
Where smokes must warme, before his fire do blaze,
And Childrens thoughts not instantly grow Mannish,
Feare keeping lust there very long at gaze:
But see how that poore Goddesse was deceiued,
For Womens hearts farre colder there than ice,
When once the fire of lust they haue receiued,
With two extremes so multiply the vice,
As neither partie satisfying other,
Repentance still becomes desires mother.