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 disdaind the wooing:

359 And all this dumbe play had his acts made plain,

360 With tears which Chorus-like her eyes did rain.

61361Full gently now she takes him by the hand,

362A lillie prisond in a gaile of snow,

363Or Iuorie in an allablaster 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 fairest 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 assure thee,

372 Thogh nothing but my bodies bane wold cure thee

63373Giue me my hand (saith he,) why dost thou feele it?

374Giue me my heart (saith she,) and thou shalt haue it.

375O giue it me lest 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 Because Adonis heart hath made mine hard.