955Here ouercome as one full of di
spaire,
¶She vaild her eye-lids, who like
sluces
stopt
¶The chri
stall tide, that from her two cheeks faire,
¶In the
sweet channell of her bo
some dropt.
¶_But through the floud-gates breaks the
siluer rain,
960_And with his
strong cour
se opens them againe.
¶O how her eyes, and teares, did lend, and borrow,
¶Her eye
seene in the teares, teares in her eye,
¶Both chri
stals, where they viewd ech others
sorrow:
¶Sorrow, that friendly
sighs
sought
still to drye,
965_But like a
stormie day, now wind, now raine,
¶_Sighs drie her cheeks, tears make thē wet againe.
¶Variable pa
ssions throng her con
stant wo,
¶As
striuing who
should be
st become her griefe,
¶All entertaind, ech pa
ssion labours
so,
970That euerie pre
sent
sorrow
seemeth chiefe,
¶_But none is be
st, then ioyne they all together,
¶_Like many clouds, con
sulting for foule weather.
¶By this farre off,
she heares
some hunt
sman hallow,
¶A nour
ses
song nere plea
sd her babe
so well,
975The dyre imagination
she did follow,
¶This
sound of hope doth labour to expell,
¶_For now reuiuing ioy bids her reioyce,
¶_And flatters her, it is Adonis voyce.
