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(45) Graunt, ô graunt: but speech alas Failes me, fearing on to passe. Graunt, ô me, what am I saying? But no fault there is in praying. Graunt (ô deere) on knees I pray, (50) (Knees on ground he then did stay) That not I, but since I loue you, Time and place for me may mooue you. Neuer season was more fit, Neuer roome more apt for it. (55) Smiling ayre alowes my reason, The birds sing, now vse the season. This small winde, which so sweete is, See how it the leaues dooth kisse, Each tree in his best attyring (60) Sence of loue to loue inspiring. Loue makes earth the water drinke, Loue to earth makes water sinke: And if dumbe things be so wittie, Shall a heauenly grace want pittie? (65) There his hands in their speech, faine Would haue made tongues language plaine. But her hands, his hands repelling: Gaue repulse, all grace excelling. Then she spake; her speech was such, (70) As not eares, but hart did touch: While such wise she loue denied, As yet loue she signified. Astrophell, said she, my Loue, Cease in these effects to proue. (75) Now be still, yet still beleeue me, Thy greefe more then death dooth greeue me. If that any thought in me, Can tast comfort but of thee, Let me feede with hellish anguish, (80) Ioylesse, helplesse, endlesse languish. If those eyes you praised, be Halfe so deere as you to me: