100595Now is
she in the verie li
sts of loue,
596Her champion mounted for the hot incounter,
597All is imaginarie
she doth proue,
598He will not mannage her, although he mount her,
599 That wor
se then Tantalus is her annoy,
600 To clip Elizium, and to lacke her ioy.
101601Euen
so poore birds deceiu'd with painted grapes,
602Do
surfet by the eye, and pine the maw:
603Euen
so
she langui
sheth in her mi
shaps,
604As tho
se poore birds that helple
sse berries
saw,
605 The warme e
ffe
cts which
she in him
finds mi
ssing,
606 She
seekes to kindle with continuall ki
ssing.
102607But all in vaine, good Queene, it will not bee,
608She hath a
ssai'd as much as may be prou'd,
609Her pleading hath de
seru'd a greater fee,
610She's loue;
she loues, and yet
she is not lou'd,
611 Fie,
fie, he
saies, you cru
sh me, let me go,
612 You haue no rea
son to withhold me
so.
103613Thou had
st bin gone (quoth
she)
sweet boy ere this,
614But that thou told
st me, thou wold
st hunt the boare,
615Oh be adui
sd, thou know'
st not what it is,
616With iauelings point a churli
sh swine to goare,
617 Who
se tu
shes neuer
sheathd, he whetteth
still,
618 Like to a mortall butcher bent to kill.
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