And suddenly her former colour changed/And here and there her eyes through anger ranged/And like a planet, moving several ways/At one self instant she, poor soul, assays/Loving, not to love at all, and every part/Strove to resist the motions of her heart/And hands so pure, so innocent, nay, such/As might have made heaven stoop to have a touch/Did she uphold to Venus, and again/Vowed spotless chastity, but all in vain/Cupid beats down her prayers with his wings/Her vows above the empty air he flings/All deep enraged, his sinewy bow he bent/And shot a shaft that burning from him went/Wherewith she strooken, looked so dolefully/As made love sigh to see his tyranny/And as she wept her tears to pearl he turned/And wound them on his arm and for her mourned.
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