277And credent
soule, to that
strong bonded oth,
278That
shall preferre and vndertake my troth.
41279This
said, his watrie eies he did di
smount,
280Who
se
sightes till then were leaueld on my face,
281Each cheeke a riuer running from a fount,
282With bryni
sh currant downe-ward
flowed a pace:
283Oh how the channell to the
streame gaue grace!
284Who glaz'd with Chri
stall gate the glowing Ro
ses,
285That
flame through water which their hew inclo
ses,
42286Oh father, what a hell of witch-craft lies,
287In the
small orb of one perticular teare?
288But with the invndation of the eies:
289What rocky heart to water will not weare?
290What bre
st so cold that is not warmed heare,
291Or cleft e
ffe
ct, cold mode
sty hot wrath:
292Both
fire from hence, and chill extin
cture hath.
43293For loe his pa
ssion but an art of craft,
294Euen there re
solu'd my rea
son into teares,
295There my white
stole of cha
stity I daft,
296Shooke o
ff my
sober gardes, and ciuill feares,
297Appeare to him as he to me appeares:
298All melting, though our drops this di
ffrence bore,
299His poi
son'd me, and mine did him re
store.
44300In him a plenitude of
subtle matter,
301Applied to Cautills, all
straing formes receiues,
302Of burning blu
shes, or of weeping water,
303Or
sounding palene
sse: and he takes and leaues,
304In eithers aptne
sse as it be
st deceiues:
305To blu
sh at
speeches ranck, to weepe at woes
306Or to turne white and
sound at tragick
showes.
45307That not a heart which in his leuell came,
Could
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