64379For shame he cries, let go, and let me go,

380My dayes delight is past, my horse 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 busie 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 desire,

387Affection is a coale that must be coold,

388Else sufferd it will set the heart on fire,

389 The sea hath bounds, but deepe desire hath none,

390 Therfore no maruell though thy horse be gone.

66391How like a iade he stood tied to the tree,

392Seruilly maisterd with a leatherne raine,

393Bnt when he saw his loue, his youths faire fee,

394He held such pettie bondage in disdaine:

395 Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,

396 Enfranchising his mouth, his backe, his brest.

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?