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(40) He erres (alas) and foulely is deceaued That calls thee God, being a burning fire: A furious flame, a playning greefe and clamorous, And Venus sonne (that in the earth was amorous, Gentle, and mild, and full of sweet desire) (45) Who calleth him, is of his wits bereaued. And yet that she + conceaued By proofe, so vile a sonne and so vnruly: I say (and yet say truly) That in the cause of harmes, that they haue framed, (50) Both iustly may be blamed: She that did breede him with such vile pretences, He that dooth hurt so much our inward sences.
The gentle Sheepe and Lambs are euer flying The rauenous Woolues and beasts, that are pretending (55) To glut their mawes with flesh they teare asunder. The milke-white Doues at noyse of fearefull thunder Flie home a-maine, themselues from harme defending. The little Chick, when Puttocks are a crying, The Woods and Meadowes dying (60) For raine of heauen (if that they cannot haue it) Doo neuer cease to craue it. So euery thing his contrary resisteth, Onely thy thrall persisteth In suffering of thy wrongs without offences: (65) And lets thee spoile his hart and inward sences.
A publique passion, Natures lawes restrayning, And which with words can neuer be declared, A soule twixt loue, and feare, and desperation, And endlesse plaint, that shuns all consolation, (70) A spendlesse flame, that neuer is impaired, A friendlesse death, yet life in death maintayning, A passion, that is gayning On him that loueth well, and is absented, Whereby it is augmented. (75) A iealousie, a burning greefe and sorrow,