¶Be
sides the life and feeling of her pa
ssion,
¶Shee hoords to
spend, when he is by to heare her,
¶VVhen
sighs, & grones, & tears may grace the fa
shiō
1320Of her di
sgrace, the better
so to cleare her
¶From that
su
spiciō which the world might bear her.
¶_To
shun this blot,
shee would not blot the letter
¶_VVith words, till action might becom thē better.
¶To
see
sad
sights, moues more then heare them told,
1325For then the eye interpretes to the eare
¶The heauie motion that it doth behold,
¶VVhen euerie part, a part of woe doth beare.
¶Tis but a part of
sorrow that we heare,
¶_Deep
sounds make le
sser noi
se thē
shallow foords,
1330_And
sorrow ebs, being blown with wind of words.
¶Her letter now is
seal'd, and on it writ
¶At
ARDEA to my Lord with more then ha
st,
¶The Po
st attends, and
shee deliuers it,
¶Charging the
sowr-fac'd groome, to high as fa
st
1335As lagging fowles before the Northerne bla
st,
¶_Speed more then
speed, but dul &
slow
she deems,
¶_Extremity
still vrgeth
such extremes.