101601Even so poor birds, deceived with painted grapes,

602Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw;

603Even so she languisheth in her mishaps

604As those poor birds that helpless berries saw.

605 The warm effects which she in him finds missing

606 She seeks to kindle with continual kissing.

102607But all in vain, good queen; it will not be.

608She hath assailed as much as may be proved.

609Her pleading hath deserved a greater fee.

610She's love; she loves; and yet she is not loved.

611 "Fie, fie," he says. "You crush me. Let me go.

612 You have no reason to withhold me so."

103613"Thou hadst been gone," quoth she, "sweet boy, ere this,

614But that thou told'st me thou wouldst hunt the boar.

615O, be advised; thou know'st not what it is

616With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore,

617 Whose tushes, never sheathed, he whetteth still,

618 Like to a mortal butcher, bent to kill.

104619"On his bow-back, he hath a battle set

620Of bristly pikes that ever threat his foes.

621His eyes, like glowworms, shine when he doth fret;

622His snout digs sepulchers where'er he goes.

623 Being moved, he strikes, whate'er is in his way,

624 And whom he strikes his crooked tushes slay.

105625"His brawny sides with hairy bristles armed

626Are better proof than thy spear's point can enter.

627His short, thick neck cannot be easily harmed.

628Being ireful, on the lion he will venture.

629 The thorny brambles and embracing bushes

630 As fearful of him part, through whom he rushes.