¶Now thinkes he that her husbands
shallow tongue,
¶The niggard prodigall that prai
sde her
so:
80In that high taske hath done her Beauty wrong.
¶VVhich farre exceedes his barren skill to
show.
¶Therefore that prai
se which
COLATINE doth owe,
¶_Inchaunted
TARQVIN aun
swers with
surmi
se,
¶_In
silent wonder of
still gazing eyes.
85This earthly
sainct adored by this deuill,
¶Little
su
specteth the fal
se wor
shipper:
¶"For vn
staind thoughts do
seldom dream on euill.
¶"Birds neuer lim'd, no
secret bu
shes feare:
¶So guiltle
sse
shee
securely giues good cheare,
90_And reuerend welcome to her princely gue
st,
¶_VVho
se inward ill no outward harme expre
st.
¶For that he colourd with his high e
state,
¶Hiding ba
se
sin in pleats of Maie
stie:
¶That nothing in him
seemd inordinate,
95Saue
sometime too much wonder of his eye,
¶VVhich hauing all, all could not
satisfie;
¶_But poorly rich
so wanteth in his
store,
¶_That cloy'd with much, he pineth
still for more.