71421You hurt my hand with wringing, let vs part,

422And leaue this idle theame, this bootlesse chat,

423Remoue your siege from my vnyeelding hart,

424To loues allarmes it will not ope the gate,

425 Dismisse your vows, your fained tears, your flattry,

426 For where a heart is hard they make no battry.

72427What canst thou talke (quoth she) hast thou a tong?

428O would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing,

429Thy marmaides voice hath done me double wrong,

430I had my lode before, now prest with bearing,

431 Mellodious discord, heauenly tune harsh sounding,

432 Eares deep sweet musik, & harts deep sore woūding

73433Had I no eyes but eares, my eares would loue,

434That inward beautie and inuisible,

435Or were I deafe, thy outward parts would moue

436Ech part in me, that were but sensible,

437 Though neither eyes, nor eares, to heare nor see,

438 Yet should I be in loue, by touching thee.

439Say that the sence of feeling were bereft me,

440And that I could not see, nor heare, nor touch,

441And nothing but the verie smell were left me,

442Yet would my loue to thee be still as much,

443 For frō the stillitorie of thy face excelling,

444 Coms breath perfumd, that breedeth loue by smel-(ling.

75445But oh what banquet wert thou to the tast,

446Being nourse, and feeder of the other foure,

447Would they not wish the feast might euerlast,

448And bid suspition double locke the dore;

449 Lest iealousie that sowervn welcome guest,

450 Should by his stealing in disturbe the feast?