60355Oh what a war of lookes was then betweene them,
356Her eyes petitioners to his eyes
suing,
357His eyes
saw her eyes, as they had not
seene them,
358Her eyes wooed
still, his eyes di
sdaind the wooing:
359 And all this dumbe play had his a
cts made plain,
360 With tears which Chorus-like her eyes did rain.
61361Full gently now
she takes him by the hand,
362A lillie pri
sond in a gaile of
snow,
363Or Iuorie in an allabla
ster band,
364So white a friend, ingirts
so white a fo:
365 This beautious combat wilfull, and vnwilling,
366 Showed like two
siluer doues that
sit a billing.
62367Once more the engin of her thoughts began,
368O faire
st mouer on this mortall round,
369Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
370My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound,
371 For one
sweet looke thy helpe I would a
ssure thee,
372 Thogh nothing but my bodies bane wold cure thee
63373Giue me my hand (
saith he,) why do
st thou feele it?
374Giue me my heart (
saith
she,) and thou
shalt haue it.
375O giue it me le
st thy hard heart do
steele it,
376And being
steeld,
soft
sighes can neuer graue it.
377 Then loues deepe grones, I neuer
shall regard,
378 Becau
se Adonis heart hath made mine hard.
For