733Now old desire doth in his death bed lie,

734And yong affection gapes to be his Heire,

735That faire, for which Loue gron'd for and would die,

736With tender Iuliet matcht, is now not faire.

737Now Romeo is beloued, and Loues againe,

738A like bewitched by the charme of lookes:

739But to his foe suppos'd he must complaine,

740And she steale Loues sweet bait from fearefull hookes:

741Being held a foe, he may not haue accesse

742To breath such vowes as Louers vse to sweare,

743And she as much in Loue, her meanes much lesse,

744To meete her new Beloued any where:

745But passion lends them Power, time, meanes to meete,

746Temp'ring extremities with extreame sweete.