Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie Doth make them droop with grief, and hang the head. "What should I do, seeing thee so indeed, That tremble at the imagination? The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed, I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow, If thou encounter with the boar to-morrow. "But if thou needs wilt hunt, be ruled by me; Uncouple at the timorous, flying hare, Or at the fox, which lives by subtilty, Or at the roe, which no encounter dare: Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs, And on thy well-breathed horse keep with thy hounds. "And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare, 1 Overshoot. The original editions read overshut. This reading is retained by Malone. 2 Cranks, winds. So in Henry IV. Part I. : "See how this river comes me cranking in.” 3 Musits. The term is explained in Markham's "Gentlemen's Academy," 1595: "We term the place where she [the hare] sitteth her form; the place through which she goes to relief her musit." "Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep, And sometime sorteth 2 with a herd of deer; “For there his smell with others being mingled, The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled With much ado the cold fault cleanly out; Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies, As if another chase were in the skies. "By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, And now his grief may be comparéd well "Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch And being low, never relieved by any. "Lie quietly, and hear a little more; 1 Keep, dwell. 2 Sorteth, consorteth. 3 Moralize, comment. Applying this to that, and so to so; For love can comment upon every woe. "Where did I leave ?"-"No matter where," quoth he; “Leave me, and then the story aptly ends: The night is spent." she. "I am," quoth he, "expected of my friends; "But if thou fall, O, then imagine this, And all is but to rob thee of a kiss. Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips Lest she should steal a kiss, and die forsworn. "Now of this dark night I perceive the reason: "And therefore hath she bribed the Destinies, Of mad mischances and much misery; "As burning fevers, agues pale and faint, 1 Wood, mad. The marrow-eating sickness, whose attaint Surfeits, imposthumes, grief, and damned despair, "And not the least of all these maladies, Are on the sudden wasted, thawed, and done,1 "Therefore despite of fruitless chastity, "What is thy body but a swallowing grave, Seeming to bury that posterity 1 Which by the rights of time thou needs must have, If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity? If so, the world will hold thee in disdain, "So in thyself thyself art made away ; A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife, Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay, Or butcher-sire, that reaves his son of life Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, 1 Done, destroyed. "Nay, then," quoth Adon, "you will fall again The kiss I gave you is bestowed in vain, For by this blacked-faced night, desire's foul nurse, Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse. "If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues, "Lest the deceiving harmony should run No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan, "What have you urged that I cannot reprove? "Call it not love, for love to heaven is fled, Since sweating lust on earth usurped his name; Under whose simple semblance he hath fed Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame; Which the hot tyrant stains, and soon bereaves, |