64379For
shame he cries, let go, and let me go,
380My dayes delight is pa
st, my hor
se is gone,
381And tis your fault I am bereft him
so,
382I pray you hence, and leaue me here alone,
383 For all my mind, my thought, my bu
sie care,
384 Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.
65385Thus
she replies, thy palfrey as he
should,
386Welcomes the warme approch of
sweet de
sire,
387A
ffe
ction is a coale that mu
st be coold,
388El
se
su
fferd it will
set the heart on
fire,
389 The
sea hath bounds, but deepe de
sire hath none,
390 Therfore no maruell though thy hor
se be gone.
66391How like a iade he
stood tied to the tree,
392Seruilly mai
sterd with a leatherne raine,
393Bnt when he
saw his loue, his youths faire fee,
394He held
such pettie bondage in di
sdaine:
395 Throwing the ba
se thong from his bending cre
st,
396 Enfranchi
sing his mouth, his backe, his bre
st.
67397Who
sees his true-loue in her naked bed,
398Teaching the
sheets a whiter hew then white,
399But when his glutton eye
so full hath fed,
400His other agents ayme at like delight?
401 Who is
so faint that dares not be
so bold,
402 To touch the
fier the weather being cold?
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