69477Thus he replies, the colour in thy face,

478That euen for anger makes the Lilly pale,

479And the red rose blush at her owne disgrace,

480Shall plead for me and tell my louing tale.

481Vnder that colour am I come to scale

482 Thy neuer conquered Fort, the fault is thine,

483 For those thine eyes betray thee vnto mine.

70484Thus I forestall thee, if thou meane to chide,

485Thy beauty hath ensnar'd thee to this night,

486Where thou with patience must my will abide,

487My will that markes thee for my earths delight,

488Which I to conquer sought with all my might.

489 But as reproofe and reason beat it dead,

490 By thy bright beautie was it newlie bred.

71491I see what crosses my attempt will bring,

492I know what thornes the growing rose defends,

493I thinke the honie garded with a sting,

494All this before-hand counsell comprehends.

495But Will is deafe, and hears no heedfull friends,

496 Onely he hath an eye to gaze on Beautie,

497 And dotes on what he looks, gainst law or duety.