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,

308Could scape the haile of his all hurting ayme,

309Shewing faire Nature is both kinde and tame:

310And vaild in them did winne whom he would maime,

311Against the thing he sought, he would exclaime,

312When he most burnt in hart-wisht luxurie,

313He preacht pure maide, and praisd cold chastitie.