Oft haue I heard hony-tong'd Ladies speake,
Striuing their amorous courtiers to inchant,
And from their nectar lips such sweet words breake,
As neither art nor heauenly skill did want.
But when
Emaricdulf
gins to discourse,
Her words are more then wel-tun'd harmonie,
And euery sentence of a greater force
Then Mermaids song, or Syrens sorcerie:
And if to heare her speake,
Laertes
heire
The wise
Vlisses
liu'd vs now among,
From her sweet words he could not stop his eare,
As from the Syrens and the Mermaids song:
And had she in the Syrens place but stood,
Her heauenly voyce had drown'd him in the flood.