Ariadne lost in Naxos: Theseus severed the thread...
"Upon a bed of roses she was laid, As faint through heat, or dight to pleasant sin, And was arrayed, or rather disarrayed, All in a veil of silk and silver thin, That hid no whit her alabaster skin, But rather showed more white, if more white might be:(...)"
(...)The young man sleeping by her seemed to be Some goodly swain of honourable place, That certes it great pity was to see Him his nobility so foul deface; A sweet regard and amiable grace, Mixed with manly sterness, did appear Yet sleeping, in his wellproportioned face, And on his tender lips the downy hair Did now but freshly spring, and silken blossoms bear.(...)