120715Where did I leaue? no matter where (quoth he)
716Leaue me, and then the
storie aptly ends,
717The night is
spent; why what of that (quoth
she?)
718I am (quoth he) expe
cted of my friends,
719 And now tis darke, and going I
shall fall.
720 In night (quoth
she) de
sire
sees be
st of all.
121721But if thou fall, oh then imagine this,
722The earth in loue with thee, thy footing trips,
723And all is but to rob thee of a kis,
724Rich prayes make true-men theeues:
so do thy lips
725 Make mode
st Dyan, cloudie and forlorne,
726 Le
st she
should
steale a ki
sse and die for
sworne.
122727Now of this darke night I perceiue the rea
son,
728Cinthia for
shame, ob
scures her
siluer
shine,
729Till forging nature be condemn'd of trea
son,
730For
stealing moulds from heauen, that were diuine,
731 Wherin
she fram'd thee, in hie heauens de
spight,
732 To
shame the
sunne by day, and her by night.
123733And therefore hath
she brib'd the de
stinies,
734To cro
sse the curious workman
ship of nature,
735To mingle beautie with in
firmities,
736And pure perfe
ction with impure defeature,
737 Making it
subie
ct to the tyrannie,
738 Of mad mi
schances, and much mi
serie.