85FAire is my loue, but not
so faire as
fickle.
86Milde as a Doue, but neither true nor tru
stie,
87Brighter then gla
sse, and yet as gla
sse is brittle,
88Softer then waxe, and yet as Iron ru
sty:
89 A lilly pale, with dama
ske die to grace her,
90 None fairer, nor none fal
ser to deface her.
91Her lips to mine how often hath
she ioyned,
92Betweene each ki
sse her othes of true loue
swearing:
93How many tales to plea
se me hath
she coyned,
94Dreading my loue, the lo
sse whereof
still fearing.
95 Yet in the mids of all her pure prote
stings,
96 Her faith, her othes, her teares, and all were iea
stings.
97She burnt with loue, as
straw with
fire
flameth,
98She burnt out loue, as
soone as
straw out burneth:
99She fram d the loue, and yet
she foyld the framing,
100She bad loue la
st, and yet
she fell a turning.
101 Was this a louer, or a Letcher whether?
102 Bad in the be
st, though excellent in neither.
B