61361Full gently now
she takes him by the hand,
362A lillie pri
sond in a gaile of
snow,
363Or Iuorie in an allabla
ster band,
364So white a friend, ingirts
so white a fo:
365 This beautious combat wilfull, and vnwilling,
366 Showed like two
siluer doues that
sit a billing.
62367Once more the engin of her thoughts began,
368O faire
st mouer on this mortall round,
369Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
370My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound,
371 For one
sweet looke thy helpe I would a
ssure thee,
372 Thogh nothing but my bodies bane wold cure thee
63373Giue me my hand (
saith he,) why do
st thou feele it?
374Giue me my heart (
saith
she,) and thou
shalt haue it.
375O giue it me le
st thy hard heart do
steele it,
376And being
steeld,
soft
sighes can neuer graue it.
377 Then loues deepe grones, I neuer
shall regard,
378 Becau
se Adonis heart hath made mine hard.
64379For
shame he cries, let go, and let me go,
380My dayes delight is pa
st, my hor
se is gone,
381And tis your fault I am bereft him
so,
382I pray you hence, and leaue me here alone,
383 For all my mind, my thought, my bu
sie care,
384 Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.
65385Thus
she replies, thy palfrey as he
should,
386Welcomes the warme approch of
sweet de
sire,
387A
ffe
ction is a coale that mu
st be coold,
388El
se
su
fferd it will
set the heart on
fire,
389 The
sea hath bounds, but deepe de
sire hath none,
390 Therfore no maruell though thy hor
se be gone.