ever > [there was never a]

8 That blinded god, who has you blindly smitten,

That blinded god > [Cupid, who shoots his arrows without caring whom
they hit; he is sometimes depicted wearing a blindfold]

9 Another arrow has, your lover's heart to hit."

302.36

But mine is not (quoth she) like +others+ wound;
2 For which no reason can find remedy.
Was neuer such, but mote the like be found,
4 (Said she) and though no reason may apply
Salue to your sore, yet loue can higher stye,
6 Then reasons reach, and oft hath wonders donne.
But neither God of loue, nor God of sky
8 Can doe (said she) that, which cannot be donne.
Things oft impossible (quoth she) seeme, ere begonne.

1 others > other _1590_

1 "But mine is not," quoth she, "like others' wound;
2 For which no reason can find remedy."

which > [my wound]

3 "Was never such, but might the like be found,"
4 Said she, "and though no reason may apply
5 Salve to your sore, yet love can higher sty

sty > rise, soar

6 Than reason's reach, and oft has wonders done."
7 "But neither god of love, nor god of sky

god of sky > (Jupiter - likelier in view of "God of loue", i.e.
Cupid; or: God)

8 Can do," said she, "that which cannot be done."
9 "Things oft impossible," quoth she, "seem, ere begun."

ere > [before they are]

302.37

These idle words (said she) doe nought asswage
2 My stubborne smart, but more annoyance breed,
For no no vsuall fire, no vsuall rage
4 It is, {o^} Nurse, which on my life doth feed,
And suckes the bloud, which from my hart doth bleed.
6 But since thy faithfull zeale lets me not hyde
My crime, (if crime it be) I will it reed.
8 Nor Prince, nor pere it is, whose loue hath gryde
My feeble brest of late, and +launched+ this wound wyde.

9 launched > launced _1609_

1 "These idle words," said she, "do naught assuage

idle > futile, empty; weak-headed
naught > not at all

2 My stubborn smart, but more annoyance breed,

stubborn > intractable
smart > pain, suffering
annoyance > affliction

3 For +no+ no usual fire, no usual rage

no > (Perhaps an intensive form: cf. 304.26:3; Upton (1758) suggests
"know")

4 It is, O nurse, which on my life does feed,
5 And sucks the blood which from my heart does bleed.
6 But since your faithful zeal lets me not hide
7 My crime (if crime it be), I will it read.

read > make