106631Alas, he naught e
steem's that face of thine,
632To which loues eyes paies tributarie gazes,
633Nor thy
soft handes,
sweet lips, and chri
stall eine,
634Who
se full perfe
ction all the world amazes,
635 But hauing thee at vantage (wondrous dread!)
636 Wold roote the
se beauties, as he root's the mead.
107637Oh let him keep his loath
some cabin
still,
638Beautie hath nanght to do with
such foule
fiends,
639Come not within his danger by thy will,
640They that thriue well, take coun
sell of their friends,
641 When thou did
st name the boare, not to di
ssēble,
642 I feard thy fortune, aud my ioynts did tremble.
108643Did
st thou not marke my face, was it not white?
644Sawe
st thou not
signes of feare lurke in mine eye?
645Grew I not faint, and fell I not downe right?
646Within my bo
some whereon thou doe
st lye,
647 My boding heart, pants, beats, and takes no re
st,
648 But like an earthquake,
shakes thee on my bre
st.
109649For where loue raignes, di
sturbing iealou
sie,
650Doth call him
selfe a
ffe
ctions centinell,
651Giues fal
se alarmes,
sugge
steth mutinie,
652And in a peacefull houre doth crie, kill, kill,
653 Di
stempring gentle loue in his de
sire,
654 As aire, and water do abate the
fire.
110655This
sower informer, this bate-breeding
spie,
656This canker that eates vp loues tender
spring,
657This carry-tale, di
ssentious iealou
sie,
658That
somtime true newes,
somtime fal
se doth bring,
659 Knocks at my heart, and whi
spers in mine eare,
660 That if I loue thee, I thy death
should feare.