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Then since we bothe like sorrowe doe sustaine
Bothe preasse to turne in pleasure all our paine.
Although that crooked crawling Vulcan lie
An-under ashes colde as oft we see
As senseless deade whill by his heate he drie
The greene and sizzing[1] faggots made of tree
5 Then will that little sponke and flaming eye
Bleaze bravelie forth and sparkling all abreed
With wandling up a wondrous sight to see
Kithe clearlie then and on the faggots feede
So am I forced for to confesse indeede
10 My sponke of love smor'd under coales of shame
By beauties force the fosterer of that seede
Now budds and bursts in an appearing flame
Bot since your beautie hath this wonder wroght
I houpe Madame it shall not be for noght.
[XII]
O womans witt that wavers with the winde
When none so well may warie now as I
As weathercocke thy stablenes I finde
And as the sea that still can never lie
S Bot since that tyme the trueth hath made me trie
That in inconstance thou art constant still
My courage sayes on Cupide ceasse to crie
That are rewarded thus for thy goodwill
For thogh Madame 1 failde not to fullfill
r io All sort of service to a Mistres dewe
Yett absence thogh bot for a space did spill
The thankes deserved of all my service trewe
What shall[2] I saye, I never thought to see
That out of sight, shoulde out of langour be.
