In studiosum captum amore
A Reverend sage, of wisedome most profounde,
Beganne to doate, and laye awaye his bookes:
For CUPID then, his tender harte did wounde,
That onlie nowe, he lik'de his ladies lookes?
Oh Venus staie? since once the price was thine,
Thou ought'st not still, at PALLAS thus repine.