277And credent soule, to that strong bonded oth,

278That shall preferre and vndertake my troth.

41279This said, his watrie eies he did dismount,

280Whose sightes till then were leaueld on my face,

281Each cheeke a riuer running from a fount,

282With brynish currant downe-ward flowed a pace:

283Oh how the channell to the streame gaue grace!

284Who glaz'd with Christall gate the glowing Roses,

285That flame through water which their hew incloses,

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 brest so cold that is not warmed heare,

291Or cleft effect, cold modesty hot wrath:

292Both fire from hence, and chill extincture hath.

43293For loe his passion but an art of craft,

294Euen there resolu'd my reason into teares,

295There my white stole of chastity I daft,

296Shooke off my sober gardes, and ciuill feares,

297Appeare to him as he to me appeares:

298All melting, though our drops this diffrence bore,

299His poison'd me, and mine did him restore.

44300In him a plenitude of subtle matter,

301Applied to Cautills, all straing formes receiues,

302Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,

303Or sounding palenesse: and he takes and leaues,

304In eithers aptnesse as it best deceiues:

305To blush 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,