164979Whereat her teares began to turne their tide,
980Being pri
sond in her eye: like pearles in gla
sse,
981Yet
sometimes fals an orient drop be
side,
982Which her cheeke melts, as
scorning it
should pa
sse
983 To wa
sh the foule face of the
slutti
sh ground,
984 Who is but dronken when
she
seemeth drownd.
165985O hard beleeuing loue how
strange it
seemes!
986Not to beleeue, and yet too credulous:
987Thy weale, and wo, are both of them extreames,
988De
spaire, and hope, makes thee ridiculous.
989 The one doth
flatter thee in thoughts vnlikely,
990 In likely thoughts the other kils thee quickly.
166991Now
she vnweaues the web that
she hath wrought,
992Adonis liues, and death is not to blame:
993It was not
she that cald him all to nought;
994Now
she ads honours to his hatefull name.
995 She clepes him king of graues, & graue for kings,
996 Imperious
supreme of all mortall things.
167997No, no, quoth
she,
sweet death, I did but ie
st,
998Yet pardon me, I felt a kind of feare
999When as I met the boare, that bloodie bea
st,
1000Which knowes no pitie but is
still
seuere,
1001 Then gentle
shadow (truth I mu
st confe
sse)
1002 I rayld on thee, fearing my loues dece
sse.
Tis