101601Euen
so poore birds deceiu'd with painted grapes,
602Do
surfet by the eye, and pine the maw:
603Euen
so
she langui
sheth in her mi
shaps,
604As tho
se poore birds that helple
sse berries
saw,
605 The warme e
ffe
cts which
she in him
finds mi
ssing,
606 She
seekes to kindle with continuall ki
ssing.
102607But all in vaine, good Queene, it will not bee,
608She hath a
ssai'd as much as may be prou'd,
609Her pleading hath de
seru'd a greater fee,
610She's loue;
she loues, and yet
she is not lou'd,
611 Fie,
fie, he
saies, you cru
sh me, let me go,
612 You haue no rea
son to withhold me
so.
103613Thou had
st bin gone (quoth
she)
sweet boy ere this,
614But that thou told
st me, thou wold
st hunt the boare,
615Oh be adui
sd, thou know'
st not what it is,
616With iauelings point a churli
sh swine to goare,
617 Who
se tu
shes neuer
sheathd, he whetteth
still,
618 Like to a mortall butcher bent to kill.
104619On his bow-backe, he hath a battell
set,
620Of bri
sly pikes that euer threat his foes,
621His eyes like glow-wormes
shine, when he doth fret
622His
snout digs
sepulchers where ere he goes,
623 Being mou'd he
strikes, what ere is in his way,
624 And whom he
strikes, his crooked tu
shes
slay.
105625His brawnie
sides with hairie bri
stles armed,
626Are better proofe then thy
speares point can enter,
627His
short thick necke cannot be ea
sily harmed,
628Being irefull, on the lyon he will venter,
629 The thornie brambles, and imbracing bu
shes,
630 As fearefull of him part, through whom he ru
shes.