1278Now thinkes he that her husbands shallow tongue,

79The niggard prodigall that praisde her so:

80In that high taske hath done her Beauty wrong.

81Which farre exceedes his barren skill to show.

82Therefore that praise which COLATINE doth owe,

83 Inchaunted TARQVIN aunswers with surmise,

84 In silent wonder of still gazing eyes.

1385This earthly sainct adored by this deuill,

86Little suspecteth the false worshipper:

87"For vnstaind thoughts do seldom dream on euill.

88"Birds neuer lim'd, no secret bushes feare:

89So guiltlesse shee securely giues good cheare,

90 And reuerend welcome to her princely guest,

91 Whose inward ill no outward harme exprest.

1492For that he colourd with his high estate,

93Hiding base sin in pleats of Maiestie:

94That nothing in him seemd inordinate,

95Saue sometime too much wonder of his eye,

96Which hauing all, all could not satisfie;

97 But poorly rich so wanteth in his store,

98 That cloy'd with much, he pineth still for more.