SONNET. IX.

Diana (on a time) walking the wood,
     To sport herselfe, of her faire traine forlorne,
     Chaunc't for to pricke her foote against a thorne,
And from thence issu'd out a streame of blood.
No sooner shee was vanisht out of sight,
     But loues faire Queen came there away by cha~ce,
     And hauing of this hap a glym'ring glance,
She put the blood into a christall bright.
When being now comne vnto mount Rhodope,
     With her faire hands she formes a shape of Snow,
     And blends it with this blood; from whence doth grow
A louely creature, brighter then the Dey.
     And being christned in faire Paphos shrine,
     She call'd him Ganymede: as all diuine.