¶Here pale with feare he doth premeditate,
¶The daungers of his loth
some enterpri
se:
185And in his inward mind he doth debate,
¶VVhat following
sorrow may on this ari
se.
¶Then looking
scornfully, he doth de
spi
se
¶_His naked armour of
still
slaughtered lu
st,
¶_And iu
stly thus controlls his thoughts vniu
st.
190Faire torch burne out thy light, and lend it not
¶To darken her who
se light excelleth thine:
¶And die vnhallowed thoughts, before you blot
¶VVith your vncleanne
sse, that which is deuine:
¶Offer pure incen
se to
so pure a
shrine:
195_Let faire humanitie abhor the deede,
¶_That
spots &
stains loues mode
st
snow-white weed.
¶O
shame to knighthood, and to
shining Armes,
¶O foule di
shonor to my hou
shoulds graue:
¶O impious act including all foule harmes.
200A martiall man to be
soft fancies
slaue,
¶True valour
still a true re
spect
should haue,
¶_Then my digre
ssion is
so vile,
so ba
se,
¶_That it will liue engrauen in my face.