46316And being lighted, by the light he
spies
317LVCRECIAS gloue, wherein her needle
sticks,
318He takes it from the ru
shes where it lies,
319And griping it, the needle his
finger pricks.
320As who
should
say, this gloue to wanton trickes
321 Is not inur'd; returne againe in ha
st,
322 Thou
see
st our mi
stre
sse ornaments are cha
st.
47323But all the
se poore forbiddings could not
stay him,
324He in the wor
st sence con
sters their deniall:
325The dores, the wind, the gloue that did delay him,
326He takes for accidentall things of triall.
327Or as tho
se bars which
stop the hourely diall,
328 Who with a lingring
staie his cour
se doth let,
329 Till euerie minute payes the howre his debt.
48330So
so, quoth he, the
se lets attend the time,
331Like little fro
sts that
sometime threat the
spring,
332To ad a more reioy
sing to the prime,
333And giue the
sneaped birds more cau
se 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 ble
ssed thing he
sought.
341So from him
selfe 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 mid
st of his vnfruitfull prayer,
345Hauing
solicited th'eternall power,
346That his foule thoughts might cōpa
sse his fair faire,
347And they would
stand au
spicious to the howre.
348Euen there he
starts, quoth he, I mu
st de
flowre;
349 The powers to whom I pray abhor this fa
ct,
350 How can they then a
ssist me in the a
ct?