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now no more resisteth； While she takes all she can； not all she listeth。
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What wax so frozen but dissolves with tempering； And yields at last to
every light impression？ Things out of hope are compass'd oft with
venturing； Chiefly in love； whose leave exceeds commission：
Affection faints not like a pale…fac'd coward； But then woos best
when most his choice is froward。
When he did frown； O！ had she then gave over； Such nectar from his
lips she had not suck'd。
Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover； What though the rose
have prickles； yet 'tis pluck'd： Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast；
Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last。
For pity now she can no more detain him；
The poor fool prays her that he may depart： She is resolv'd no longer
to restrain him； Bids him farewell； and look well to her heart；
The which； by Cupid's bow she doth protest； He carries thence
incaged in his breast。
'Sweet boy；' she says； 'this night I'll waste in sorrow； For my sick heart
commands mine eyes to watch。
Tell me； Love's master； shall we meet to…morrow Say； shall we？ shall
we？ wilt thou make the match？' He tells her； no； to…morrow he intends To
hunt the boar with certain of his friends。
'The boar！' quoth she； whereat a sudden pale； Like lawn being spread
upon the blushing rose； Usurps her cheeks； she trembles at his tale； And on
his neck her yoking arms she throws：
She sinketh down； still hanging by his neck； He on her belly falls； she
on her back。
Now is she in the very lists of love； Her champion mounted for the hot
encounter：
All is imaginary she doth prove； He will not manage her； although he
mount her； That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy； To clip Elysium and to
lack her joy。
Even as poor birds； deceiv'd with painted grapes； Do surfeit by the eye
and pine the maw； Even so she languisheth in her mishaps； As those poor
birds that helpless berries saw。
The warm effects which she in him finds missing； She seeks to kindle
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with continual kissing。
But all in vain； good queen； it will not be： She hath assay'd as much as
may be prov'd；
Her pleading hath deserv'd a greater fee； She's Love； she loves； and
yet she is not lov'd。 'Fie； fie！' he says； 'you crush me； let me go； You have
no reason to withhold me so。'
'Thou hadst been gone；' quoth she； 'sweet boy； ere this； But that thou
told'st me thou wouldst hunt the boar。 O！ be advis'd； thou know'st not what
it is With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore；
Whose tushes never sheath'd he whetteth still； Like to a mortal
butcher； bent to kill。
'On his bow…back he hath a battle set Of bristly pikes； that ever threat
his foes；
His eyes like glow…worms shine when he doth fret； His snout digs
sepulchres where'er he goes； Being mov'd； he strikes whate'er is in his way；
And whom he strikes his crooked tushes slay。
'His brawny sides； with hairy bristles arm'd； Are better proof than thy
spear's point can enter； His short thick neck cannot be easily harm'd；
Being ireful； on the lion he will venture：
The thorny brambles and embracing bushes； As fearful of him； part；
through whom he rushes。
'Alas！ he nought esteems that face of thine； To which Love's eyes pay
tributary gazes；
Nor thy soft hands； sweet lips； and crystal eyne； Whose full
perfection all the world amazes； But having thee at vantage； wondrous
dread！ Would root these beauties as he roots the mead。
'O！ let him keep his loathsome cabin still；
Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends： Come not within his
danger by thy will； They that thrive well take counsel of their friends。
When thou didst name the boar； not to dissemble； I fear'd thy fortune； and
my joints did tremble。
'Didst thou not mark my face？ was it not white？ Saw'st thou not signs
of fear lurk in mine eye？
Grew I not faint？ And fell I not downright？ Within my bosom；
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whereon thou dost lie； My boding heart pants； beats； and takes no rest； But；
like an earthquake； shakes thee on my breast。
'For where Love reigns； disturbing Jealousy
Doth call himself Affection's sentinel； Gives false alarms； suggesteth
mutiny； And in a peaceful hour doth cry 〃Kill； kill！〃
Distempering gentle Love in his desire； As air and water do abate the
fire。
'This sour informer； this bate…breeding spy； This canker that eats up
Love's tender spring；
This carry…tale； dissentious Jealousy； That sometime true news；
sometime false doth bring； Knocks at my heart； and whispers in mine ear
That if I love thee； I thy death should fear：
'And more than so； presenteth to mine eye The picture of an angry…
chafing boar； Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie An image like
thyself； all stain'd with gore；
Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed 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； And fear doth teach
it divination： I prophesy thy death； my living sorrow； If thou encounter
with the boar to…morrow。
'But if thou needs wilt hunt； be rul'd 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…
breath'd horse keep with thy hound。
'And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare； Mark the poor wretch；
to overshoot his troubles
How he outruns the winds； and with what care He cranks and crosses
with a thousand doubles： The many musits through the which he goes Are
like a labyrinth to amaze his foes。
'Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep； To make the cunning
hounds mistake their smell； And sometime where earth…delving conies
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keep； To stop the loud pursuers in their yell；
And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer； Danger deviseth shifts； wit
waits on fear：
'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； Stands on his hinder legs with
listening ear； To hearken if his foes pursue him still： Anon their loud
alarums he doth hear；
And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears
the passing bell。
'Then shalt thou see the dew…bedabbled wretch Turn； and return；
indenting with the way；
Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch； Each shadow makes
him stop； each murmur stay： For misery is trodden on by many； And being
low never reliev'd by any。
'Lie quietly； and hear a little more； Nay； do not struggle； for thou shalt
not rise： To make thee hate the hunting of the boar； Unlike myself thou
hear'st me moralize；