And wanton as a kid whose horne new buds
Upon a bull he rode, the same which led
Europa floating through th’ Argolick fluds:
His horns were gilden all with golden studs,
All garnished with garlands goodly dight
Of I the fairest flowers and freshest buds
Which th’ earth brings forth ; and wet he seem’d in sight
With waves, through which he waded for his love’s delight.