36246Thus gracele
sse holds he di
sputation,
247Tweene frozen con
science and hot burning will,
248And with good thoughts makes di
spen
sation,
249Vrging the wor
ser
sence for vantage
still.
250Which in a moment doth confound and kill
251 All pure e
ffe
cts, and doth
so farre proceede,
252 That what is vile,
shewes like a vertuous deede.
37253Quoth he,
shee tooke me kindlie by the hand,
254And gaz'd for tidings in my eager eyes,
255Fearing
some hard newes from the warlike band,
256Where her beloued
COLATINVS lies.
257O how her feare did make her colour ri
se!
258 Fir
st red as Ro
ses that on Lawne we laie,
259 Then white as Lawne the Ro
ses tooke awaie.
38260And how her hand in my hand being lockt,
261For
st it to tremble with her loyall feare:
262Which
strooke her
sad, and then it fa
ster rockt,
263Vntill her husbands welfare
shee did heare.
264Whereat
shee
smiled with
so
sweete a cheare,
265 That had
NARCISSVS seene her as
shee
stood,
266 Selfe-loue had neuer drown'd him in the
flood.
39267Why hunt I then for colour or excu
ses?
268All Orators are dumbe when Beautie pleadeth,
269Poore wretches haue remor
se in poore abu
ses,
270Loue thriues not in the hart that
shadows dreadeth,
271A
ffe
ction is my Captaine and he leadeth.
272 And when his gaudie banner is di
splaide,
273 The coward
fights, and will not be di
smaide.
40274Then childi
sh feare auaunt, debating die,
275Re
spe
ct and rea
son waite on wrinckled age:
276My heart
shall neuer countermand mine eie;
277Sad pau
se, and deepe regard be
seemes the
sage,
278My part is youth and beates the
se from the
stage.
279 De
sire my Pilot is, Beautie my pri
se,
280 Then who feares
sinking where
such trea
sure lies?