1711021Fy, fy, fond loue, thou art as full of feare,
1022As one with trea
sure laden, hem'd with theeues,
1023Tri
fles vnwitne
ssed with eye, or eare,
1024Thy coward heart with fal
se bethinking greeues.
1025 Euen at this word
she heares a merry horne,
1026 Whereat
she leaps, that was but late forlorne.
1721027As Faulcons to the lure, away
she
flies,
1028The gra
sse
stoops not,
she treads on it
so light,
1029And in her ha
st, vnfortunately
spies,
1030The foule boares conque
st, on her faire delight,
1031 Which
seene, her eyes are murdred with the view,
1032 Like
stars a
sham'd of day, them
selues withdrew.
1731033Or as the
snaile, who
se tender hornes being hit,
1034Shrinks backward in his
shellie caue with paine,
1035And, there all
smoothred vp, in
shade doth
sit,
1036Long after fearing to creepe forth againe:
1037 So at his bloodie view her eyes are
fled,
1038 Into the deep-darke cabbins of her head.
1741039Where they re
signe their o
ffice, and their light,
1040To the di
spo
sing of her troubled braine,
1041Who bids them
still con
sort with ougly night,
1042And neuer wound the heart with lookes againe,
1043 Who like a king perplexed in his throne,
1044 By their
sugge
stion, giues a deadly grone.
1751045Whereat ech tributarie
subie
ct quakes,
1046As when the wind impri
sond in the ground,
1047Struggling for pa
ssage, earths foundation
shakes,
1048Which with cold terror, doth mens minds confoūd:
1049 This mutinie ech part doth
so
surpri
se,
1050 That frō their dark beds once more leap hereies.