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And now I see, but never dare aspire

To moove my hope, where yet my love is mooved;
Whence though I would, I would it not remooved :
Only since I have plac't my love so high,
Which sure thou must, or sure thou wilt, deny,
Grant me yet still to love, though in my love to dye."

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But shee that in his eyes Loves face had seen,
And flaming heart, did not such suite disdaine,
(For cruelty fits not sweete Beauties queene)
But gently could his passion entertaine,
Though she Loves princesse, he a lowly swaine.
First of his bold intrusion she acquites him,
Then to her service (happy Boy !) admits him,
And, like another Love, with bow and quiver fits him.

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And now with all the Loves he grew acquainted, And Cupids selfe, with his like face delighted, Taught him a hundred wayes with which he daunted The prouder hearts, and wronged lovers righted, Forcing to love that most his love despited:

And now the practique boy did so approove him, And with such grace and cunning arte did moove him,

That all the pritty Loves and all the Graces love him.

CANTO V.

THE ARGUMENT.

The lovers sad despairing plaints
Bright Venus with his love acquaints;
Sweetly importun'd, he doth shew
From whom proceedeth this his woe.

ET never durst his faint and coward heart (Ah, Foole! faint heart faire lady ne're could win)

Assaile faire Venus with his new-learnt

arte,

But kept his love and burning flame within,
Which more flam'd out the more he prest it in ;
And thinking oft how just shee might disdaine him,
While some cool mirtle shade did entertaine him,
Thus sighing would he sit, and sadly would-he plain
him:

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'Ah, fond and haplesse Boy! nor know I whether 2
More fond or haplesse more, that all so high
Hast plac't thy heart, where love and fate together
May never hope to end thy misery,

Nor yet thy self dare wish a remedy.

All hindrances (alas !) conspire to let it:

Ah, fond, and hapless Boy! if canst not get it!
In thinking to forget, at length learne to forget it.

"Ah, farre too fond, but much more haplesse Swaine! Seeing thy love can be forgotten never,

Serve and observe thy love with willing paine;
And though in vaine thy love thou doe persever,
Yet all in vaine doe thou adore her ever.

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No hope can crowne thy thoughts so farre aspiring,
Nor dares thy selfe desire thine owne desiring,
Yet live thou in her love, and dye in her admiring."
Thus oft the hopelesse boy complayning lyes;
But she, that well could guesse his sad lamenting,
(Who can conceal love from Loves mothers eyes?)
Did not disdaine to give his love contenting;
Cruel the soule that feeds on soules tormenting:
Nor did she scorne him, though not nobly borne,
(Love is nobility) nor could she scorne
That with so noble skill her title did adorne.

One day it chanc't, thrice happy day and chance! 5
While Loves were with the Graces sweetly sporting,
And to fresh musique sounding play and dance,
And Cupids selfe, with shepheards boys consorting,
Laugh'd at their pritty sport and simple courting,
Faire Venus seats the fearfull boy close by her,
Where never Phoebus jealous lookes might eye her,
And bids the boy his mistris and her name descry

her.

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Long time the youth bound up in silence stood,
While hope and feare with hundred thoughts begun
Fit prologue to his speech; and fearefull blood
From heart and face with these post-tydings runne,
That eyther now he's made, or now undon; [weake,
At length his trembling words, with feare made
Began his too long silence thus to breake,
While from his humble eies first reverence seem'd
to speake.

"Faire Queene of Love! my life thou maist command, Too slender price for all thy former grace

Which I receive at thy so bounteous hand;
But never dare I speak her name and face;
My life is much lesse priz'd than her disgrace:
And, for I know if I her name relate

I purchase anger, I must hide her state,

Unlesse thou sweare by Stix I purchase not her hate."

Faire Venus well perceiv'd his subtile shift,
And, swearing gentle patience, gently smil'd,
While thus the boy persu'd his former drift :
"No tongue was ever yet so sweetly skil'd,
Nor greatest orator so highly stil'd,

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Though helpt with all the choicest artes direction, But when he durst describe her heaven's perfection, By his imperfect praise disprais'd his imperfection.

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"Her forme is as her selfe, perfect cœlestriall,
No mortall spot her heavenly frame disgraces:
Beyond compare such nothing is terrestrial;
More sweete than thought or pow'rfull wish embraces:
The map of heaven, the summe of all her graces;

But if you wish more truly limb'd to eye her,

Than fainting speech or words can well descry her, Look in a glasse, and there more perfect you may spy her."

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prevented,

Yet might'st thou thinke that yet 'twas never seene
That angry rage and gentle love consented;
But if to me thy true love is presented,

What wages for thy service must I owe thee?
For by the selfe-same vow I here avow thee,
Whatever thou require I frankly will allow thee."

"Pardon," replies the boy, "for so affecting
Beyond mortallity, and not discarding

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Thy service, was much more than my expecting;
But if thou (more thy bounty-hood regarding)
Wilt needs heap up reward upon rewarding,
Thy love I dare not aske, or mutual firing,
One kisse is all my love and prides aspiring,
And after starve my heart for my too much de-
siring."

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