48330So so, quoth he, these lets attend the time,

331Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring,

332To ad a more reioysing to the prime,

333And giue the sneaped birds more cause to sing.

334Pain payes the income of ech precious thing,

335 Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirats, shelues and (sands

336 The marchant feares, ere rich at home he lands.

49337Now is he come vnto the chamber dore,

338That shuts him from the Heauen of his thought,

339Which with a yeelding latch, and with no more,

340Hath bard him from the blessed thing he sought.

341So from himselfe impiety hath wrought,

342 That for his pray to pray he doth begin,

343 As if the Heauens should countenance his sin.

50344But in the midst of his vnfruitfull prayer,

345Hauing solicited th'eternall power,

346That his foule thoughts might cōpasse his fair faire,

347And they would stand auspicious to the howre.

348Euen there he starts, quoth he, I must deflowre;

349 The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact,

350 How can they then assist me in the act?