O lady, worthy but those chains to wear,
With which love’s faithful servants fettered are.
Stanza xcvii. lines 7 and 8.
So Ovid, in the same place:
Non istis digna catenis,
Sed quibus inter se cupidi junguntur amantes.
Like grain
Of crimson spreading on an ivory ground.
Stanza xcviii. lines 5 and 6.
Was apparently suggested by Virgil’s
Indum sanguineo veluti violaverit ostro
Si quis ebur.
And gladly with her hands her face would hood,
Were they not fastened to the rugged stone.
Stanza xcix. lines 1 and 2.
So Ovid.
Manibusque modestos
Celasset vultus, si non religata fuisset.
As sped by roaring wind long carack steers
From north or south towards her destined port.
Stanza c. lines 3 and 4.
Again from Ovid,
Ecce velut navis præfixo concita rostro
Sulcat aquas, juvenum sudantibus acta lacertis.
