2161506In him the Painter labour'd with his skill
1507To hide deceipt, and giue the harmle
sse
show
1508An humble gate, calme looks, eyes wayling
still,
1509A brow vnbent that
seem'd to welcome wo,
1510Cheeks neither red, nor pale, but mingled
so,
1511 That blu
shing red, no guiltie in
stance gaue,
1512 Nor a
shie pale, the feare that fal
se hearts haue.
2171513But like a con
stant and con
firmed Deuill,
1514He entertain'd a
show,
so
seeming iu
st,
1515And therein
so en
sconc't his
secret euill,
1516That Iealou
sie it
selfe could not mi
stru
st,
1517Fal
se creeping Craft, and Periurie
should thru
st 1518 Into
so bright a daie,
such blackfac'd
storms,
1519 Or blot with Hell-born
sin
such Saint-like forms.
2181520The well-skil'd workman this milde Image drew
1521For periur'd
SINON, who
se inchaunting
storie
1522The credulous old
PRIAM after
slew.
1523Who
se words like wild
fire burnt the
shining glorie
1524Of rich-built
ILLION, that the skies were
sorie,
1525 And little
stars
shot from their
fixed places,
1526 Whē their glas fel, wherin they view'd their faces.
2191527This pi
cture
shee adui
sedly peru
s'd,
1528And chid the Painter for his wondrous skill:
1529Saying,
some
shape in
SINONS was abu
s'd,
1530So faire a forme lodg'd not a mind
so ill,
1531And
still on him
shee gaz'd, and gazing
still,
1532 Such
signes of truth in his plaine face
shee
spied,
1533 That
shee concludes, the Pi
cture was belied.
2201534It cannot be (quoth
she) that
so much guile,
1535(Shee would haue
said) can lurke in
such a looke:
1536But
TARQVINS shape, came in her mind the while,
1537And from her tongue, can lurk, from cannot, tooke
1538It cannot be,
shee in that
sence for
sooke,
1539 And turn'd it thus, it cannot be I
find,
1540 But
such a face
should beare a wicked mind.