But his waste wordes retournd to him in | Then beautie brought t'unworthie wretchvaine: ednesse Or through alleageance and fast fealty, Which I do owe unto all womankynd, Feele my hart perst with so great agony, As one then in a dreame, whose dryer When such I see, that all for pitty I could braine dy. One day, nigh wearie of the yrksome way, From her unhastie beast she did alight; 396 * 2 anxiety. |