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.

104619On his bow-backe, he hath a battell set,

620Of brisly 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 tushes slay.

105625His brawnie sides with hairie bristles armed,

626Are better proofe then thy speares point can enter,

627His short thick necke cannot be easily harmed,

628Being irefull, on the lyon he will venter,

629 The thornie brambles, and imbracing bushes,

630 As fearefull of him part, through whom he rushes.