Penelope for her Vlisses sake,
Deuiz’d a Web her wooers to deceaue:
in which the worke that she all day did make
the same at night she did againe vnreaue:
Such subtile craft my Damzell doth conceaue,
th’importune suit of my desire to shonne:
for all that I in many dayes doo weaue,
in one short houre I find by her vndonne.
So when I thinke to end that I begonne,
I must begin and neuer bring to end:
for with one looke she spils that long I sponne,
& with one word my whole years work doth rend.
Such labour like the Spyders web I fynd,
whose fruitlesse worke is broken with least wynd.