100595Now is she in the verie lists of loue,

596Her champion mounted for the hot incounter,

597All is imaginarie she doth proue,

598He will not mannage her, although he mount her,

599 That worse then Tantalus is her annoy,

600 To clip Elizium, and to lacke her ioy.

101601Euen so poore birds deceiu'd with painted grapes,

602Do surfet by the eye, and pine the maw:

603Euen so she languisheth in her mishaps,

604As those poore birds that helplesse berries saw,

605 The warme effects which she in him finds missing,

606 She seekes to kindle with continuall kissing.

102607But all in vaine, good Queene, it will not bee,

608She hath assai'd as much as may be prou'd,

609Her pleading hath deseru'd a greater fee,

610She's loue; she loues, and yet she is not lou'd,

611 Fie, fie, he saies, you crush me, let me go,

612 You haue no reason to withhold me so.

103613Thou hadst bin gone (quoth she) sweet boy ere this,

614But that thou toldst me, thou woldst hunt the boare,

615Oh be aduisd, thou know'st not what it is,

616With iauelings point a churlish swine to goare,

617 Whose tushes neuer sheathd, he whetteth still,

618 Like to a mortall butcher bent to kill.