161961O how her eyes, and teares, did lend, and borrow,
962Her eye
seene in the teares, teares in her eye,
963Both chri
stals, where they viewd ech others
sorrow:
964Sorrow, that friendly
sighs
sought
still to drye,
965 But like a
stormie day, now wind, now raine,
966 Sighs drie her cheeks, tears make thē wet againe.
162967Variable pa
ssions throng her con
stant wo,
968As
striuing who
should be
st become her griefe,
969All entertaind, ech pa
ssion labours
so,
970That euerie pre
sent
sorrow
seemeth chiefe,
971 But none is be
st, then ioyne they all together,
972 Like many clouds, con
sulting for foule weather.
163973By this farre o
ff,
she heares
some hunt
sman hallow,
974A nour
ses
song nere plea
sd her babe
so well,
975The dyre imagination
she did follow,
976This
sound of hope doth labour to expell,
977 For now reuiuing ioy bids her reioyce,
978 And
flatters her, it is Adonis voyce.
164979Whereat her teares began to turne their tide,
980Being pri
sond in her eye: like pearles in gla
sse,
981Yet
sometimes fals an orient drop be
side,
982Which her cheeke melts, as
scorning it
should pa
sse
983 To wa
sh the foule face of the
slutti
sh ground,
984 Who is but dronken when
she
seemeth drownd.
165985O hard beleeuing loue how
strange it
seemes!
986Not to beleeue, and yet too credulous:
987Thy weale, and wo, are both of them extreames,
988De
spaire, and hope, makes thee ridiculous.
989 The one doth
flatter thee in thoughts vnlikely,
990 In likely thoughts the other kils thee quickly.