[4850] “The wanton air in twenty sweet forms danc’t
After her fingers”------

and those lascivious winds stayed Daphne when she fled from Apollo;

[4851]  ------“nudabant corpora venti,
Obviaque adversas vibrabant flamina vestes.”

Boreas Ventus loved Hyacinthus, and Orithya Ericthons’s daughter of Athens:  vi rapuit, &c. he took her away by force, as she was playing with other wenches at Ilissus, and begat Zetes and Galias his two sons of her.  That seas and waters are enamoured with this our beauty, is all out as likely as that of the air and winds; for when Leander swam in the Hellespont, Neptune with his trident did beat down the waves, but

       “They still mounted up intending to have kiss’d him. 
        And fell in drops like tears because they missed him.”

The [4852]river Alpheus was in love with Arethusa, as she tells the tale herself,

[4853]  ------“viridesque manu siccata capillos,
Fluminis Alphei veteres recitavit amores;
Pars ego Nympharum,” &c.

When our Thame and Isis meet

[4854] “Oscula mille sonant, connexu brachia pallent,
        Mutuaque explicitis connectunt colla lacertis.”

Inachus and Pineus, and how many loving rivers can I reckon up, whom beauty hath enthralled!  I say nothing all this while of idols themselves that have committed idolatry in this kind, of looking-glasses, that have been rapt in love (if you will believe [4855]poets), when their ladies and mistresses looked on to dress them.

       “Et si non habeo sensum, tua gratia sensum
        Exhibet, et calidi sentio amoris onus. 
        Dirigis huc quoties spectantia lumina, flamma
        Succendunt inopi saucia membra mihi.”

       “Though I no sense at all of feeling have. 
        Yet your sweet looks do animate and save;
        And when your speaking eyes do this way turn,
        Methinks my wounded members live and burn.”

I could tell you such another story of a spindle that was fired by a fair lady’s [4856]looks, or fingers, some say, I know not well whether, but fired it was by report, and of a cold bath that suddenly smoked, and was very hot when naked Coelia came into it, Miramur quis sit tantus et unde vapor, [4857]&c.  But of all the tales in this kind, that is the most memorable of [4858]Death himself, when he should have strucken a sweet young virgin with his dart, he fell in love with the object.  Many more such could I relate which are to be believed with a poetical faith.  So dumb and dead creatures dote, but men are mad, stupefied many times at the first sight of beauty, amazed, [4859]as that fisherman in Aristaenetus that spied a maid bathing herself by the seaside,

[4860] “Soluta mihi sunt omnia membra—­
        A capite ad calcem. sensusque omnis periit
        De pectore, tam immensus stupor animam invasit mihi.”