Graunt grace to him that grates therfore with sea of saltish brine By extreme heat of boylyng brest distilled through his eyen. (45) And with thy fancy render thou my self to me againe, That dayly then we duely may employ a painelesse paine. To yelde and take the ioyfull frutes that herty loue doth lend, To them that meane by honest meanes to come to happy end.
The louer wounded of Cupide,
wisheth he had rather ben
striken by death. +
T He blinded boy + that bendes the bow. To make with dint of double wound: The stowtest state to stoupe and know: The cruell craft that I haue found. (5) With death I would had chopt a change, To borow as by bargain made: Ech others shaft when he did range, With restlesse rouyng to inuade. Thunthralled mindes of simple wightes, (10) Whose giltlesse ghostes deserued not: To fele such fall of their delightes, Such panges as I haue past God wot. Then both in new vnwonted wise, Should death deserue a better name, (15) Not (as tofore hath bene his guise) Of crueltie to beare the blame. But contrary be counted kinde, In lendyng life and sparyng space: For sicke to rise and seke to finde, (20) A way to wish their weary race To draw to some desired end, Their long and lothed life to rid. And so to fele how like a frend, Before the bargain made he did. (25) And loue should either bring againe, To wounded wightes their owne desire: A welcome end of pinyng payne, As doth their cause of ruthe require: