92547Now quicke de
sire hath caught the yeelding pray,
548And gluttonlike
she feeds, yet neuer
filleth,
549Her lips are conquerers, his lips obay,
550Paying what ran
some the in
sulter willeth:
551 Who
se vultur thought doth pitch the price
so hie,
552 That
she will draw his lips rich trea
sure drie.
93553And hauing felt the
sweetne
sse of the
spoile,
554With blind fold furie
she begins to forrage,
555Her face doth reeke, &
smoke, her blood doth boile,
556And carele
sse lu
st stirs vp ade
sperat courage,
557 Planting obliuion, beating rea
son backe,
558 Forgetting
shames pure blu
sh, & honors wracke.
94559Hot, faint, and wearie, with her hard imbracing,
560Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much hādling,
561Or as the
fleet-foot Roe that's tyr'd with cha
sing,
562Or like the froward infant
stild with dandling:
563 He now obayes, and now no more re
sisteth,
564 While
she takes all
she can, not all
she li
steth.
95565What waxe
so frozen but di
ssolues with tempring,
566And yeelds at la
st to euerie light impre
ssion?
567Things out of hope, are compa
st oft with ventring,
568Chie
fly in loue, who
se leaue exceeds commi
ssion:
569 A
ffe
ction faints not like a pale-fac'd coward,
570 But thē woes be
st, whē mo
st his choice is froward.
When