595Now is
she in the verie li
sts of loue,
¶Her champion mounted for the hot incounter,
¶All is imaginarie
she doth proue,
¶He will not mannage her, although he mount her,
¶_That wor
se then Tantalus is her annoy,
600_To clip Elizium, and to lacke her ioy.
¶Euen
so poore birds deceiu'd with painted grapes,
¶Do
surfet by the eye, and pine the maw:
¶Euen
so
she langui
sheth in her mi
shaps,
¶As tho
se poore birds that helple
sse berries
saw,
605_The warme effects which
she in him finds mi
ssing,
¶_She
seekes to kindle with continuall ki
ssing.
¶But all in vaine, good Queene, it will not bee,
¶She hath a
ssai'd as much as may be prou'd,
¶Her pleading hath de
seru'd a greater fee,
610She's loue;
she loues, and yet
she is not lou'd,
¶_Fie, fie, he
saies, you cru
sh me, let me go,
¶_You haue no rea
son to withhold me
so.
¶Thou had
st bin gone (quoth
she)
sweet boy ere this,
¶But that thou told
st me, thou wold
st hunt the boare,
615Oh be adui
sd, thou know'
st not what it is,
¶VVith iauelings point a churli
sh
swine to goare,
¶_VVho
se tu
shes neuer
sheathd, he whetteth
still,
¶_Like to a mortall butcher bent to kill.
