636A thousand fauours from a maund she drew,

37Of amber christall and of bedded Iet,

38Which one by one she in a riuer threw,

39Vpon whose weeping margent she was set,

40Like vsery applying wet to wet,

41Or Monarches hands that lets not bounty fall,

42Where want cries some; but where excesse begs all.

743Of folded schedulls had she many a one,

44Which she perusd, sighd, tore and gaue the flud,

45Crackt many a ring of Posied gold and bone,

46Bidding them find their Sepulchers in mud,

47Found yet mo letters sadly pend in blood,

48With sleided silke, feate and affectedly

49Enswath'd and seald to curious secrecy.

850These often bath'd she in her fluxiue eies,

51And often kist, and often gaue to teare,

52Cried O false blood thou register of lies,

53What vnapproued witnes doost thou beare!

54Inke would haue seem'd more blacke and damned heare!

55This said in top of rage the lines she rents,

56Big discontent, so breaking their contents.

957A reuerend man that graz'd his cattell ny,

58Sometime a blusterer that the ruffle knew

59Of Court of Cittie, and had let go by

60The swiftest houres obserued as they flew,

61Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew:

62And priuiledg'd by age desires to know

63In breefe the grounds and motiues of her wo.

1064So slides he downe vppon his greyned bat;

65And comely distant sits he by her side,

66When hee againe desires her, being satte,

67Her greeuance with his hearing to deuide:

68If that from him there may be ought applied

69Which may her suffering extasie asswage

70Tis promist in the charitie of age.