ich I aske of thee?
Perswade thy selfe it is thy purer minde
That will not let thy heart proue so vnkinde:
O would that minde were mine, to ioyne thy hart
Eyther to end my life, or ease my smart.
Loue is my sute. Nor hate is my reply,
Quoth she. Quoth hee, I cannot court it I;
They which but view the error in my lookes,
May finde I neuer learn'd in _Cupids_ bookes:
But like a stone rough hewen from the rockes,
And after polish'd by the Masons knockes,
The former shewes but base then in compare,
So to my loue my speech disgraces are:
For were my speech true patterne of my minde,
Not as it doth, should't come, but farre more kinde,
Like as the Marchant hearing of a losse,
Is vvondrous sory for so great a crosse;
And after heareth by a true report,
His goods are safely landed in the Fort,
Cannot expresse the joy he doth conceiue:
For why? it doth his senses quite bereaue;
And yet with signe of sorrow blames th'euent,
Although it seeme most plaine and euident.
Or like a Ship toss'd by tempestuous weather,
Now here, then there; now back againe, then thither
That whirle-windes meeting (roaring out aloud)
Make watry mountaines shew the ship each cloud:
Then with such fury they descend the deepe,
From top of triple-Cedar-mountaines steepe,
As of the Seas rich orientall shew,
Against their wils they take a counterview.
So fares his minde, which tossed to and fro,
Sometimes doth ioy, and other times is woe:
Sometimes from depth ascends into the ayre,
And though he hope, he hides it with despayre.
So long with feruent zeale he mou'd his sute,
Onely for want of words his tongue was mute.
"VVhere true affection rules in hottest fires,
"Dumbe signes and tokens then shew mens desires:
For what he thought he shew'd, he could not vtter,
_W_hich made him oft when he shold speak to mutter.
She that was wounded with the selfe-same dart,
Reueal'd with tongue that which she wisht with hart
And fram'd her answere, so much't could not grieue him,
For 'twas a salue to wound and to relieue him.
Say I could loue, quoth she, my milder minde,
(Vnlesse you further moue) cannot vnkinde,
Frame you an answere: for wee are by nature
So much addicted to mans heauenly feature,
That though your faults are great by your abuse,
To blinde the same it is our womans vse.
Then as thou found'st me, leaue me, if thou wilt;
That shall be all I rend