96571When he did frowne, ô had she then gaue ouer,

572Such nectar from his lips she had not suckt,

573Foule wordes, and frownes, must not repell a louer,

574What though the rose haue prickles, yet tis pluckt?

575 Were beautie vnder twentie locks kept fast,

576 Yet loue breaks through, & picks them all at last.

97577For pittie now she can no more detaine him,

578The poore foole praies her that he may depart,

579She is resolu'd no longer to restraine him,

580Bids him farewell, and looke well to her hart,

581 The which by Cupids bow she doth protest,

582 He carries thence incaged in his brest.

98583Sweet boy she saies, this night ile wast in sorrow

584For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch,

585Tell me loues maister, shall we meete tomorrow,

586Say, shall we, shall we, wilt thou make the match?

587 He tell's her no, to morrow he intends,

588 To hunt the boare with certaine of his frends.

99589The boare (quoth she) whereat a suddain pale,

590Like lawne being spred vpon the blushing rose,

591Vsurpes her cheeke, she trembles at his tale,

592And on his neck her yoaking armes she throwes.

593 She sincketh downe, still hanging by his necke,

594 He on her belly fall's, she on her backe.

100595Now is she in the verie lists of loue,

596Her champion mounted for the hot incounter,

597All is imaginarie she doth proue,

598He will not mannage her, although he mount her,

599 That worse then Tantalus is her annoy,

600 To clip Elizium, and to lacke her ioy.