1711021"Fie, fie, fond love, thou art as full of fear

1022As one with treasure laden, hemmed with thieves.

1023Trifles unwitnessèd with eye or ear

1024Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves."

1025 Even at this word she hears a merry horn,

1026 Whereat she leaps that was but late forlorn.

1721027As falcons to the lure, away she flies.

1028The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light;

1029And in her haste unfortunately spies

1030The foul boar's conquest on her fair delight;

1031 Which seen, her eyes are murdered with the view,

1032 Like stars ashamed of day, themselves withdrew.

1731033Or as the snail, whose tender horns being hit,

1034Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain,

1035And there, all smothered up, in shade doth sit,

1036Long after fearing to creep forth again;

1037 So at his bloody view her eyes are fled

1038 Into the deep-dark cabins of her head,

1741039Where they resign their office and their light

1040To the disposing of her troubled brain,

1041Who bids them still consort with ugly night

1042And never wound the heart with looks again,

1043 Who, like a king perplexèd in his throne,

1044 By their suggestion gives a deadly groan.

1751045Whereat each tributary subject quakes,

1046As when the wind imprisoned in the ground,

1047Struggling for passage, earth's foundation shakes,

1048Which with cold terror doth men's minds confound.

1049 This mutiny each part doth so surprise

1050 That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes;