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Ah why hath
nature to so hard a hart,
giuen so goodly giftes of
beauties grace?
whose pryde depraues each other
better part,
and all those pretious ornaments
deface.
Sith to all other beastes of bloody race,
a dreadfull countenaunce she giuen hath:
that
with theyr terrour al the rest may chace,
and warne
to shun the daunger of theyr wrath.
But my proud one
doth worke the greater scath,
through sweet
allurement of her louely hew:
that she the better
may in bloody bath,
of such poore thralls her cruell
hands embrew.
But did she know how ill these two
accord,
such cruelty she would haue soone abhord.
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