And euer and anone with rosie red
The bashfull bloud her snowy cheekes did dye,
That her became, as polisht yuory,
Which cunning Craftesmans[749] hand hath ouerlayd
With faire vermilion or pure Castory[750].
Great wonder had the knight, to see the mayd
So straungely passioned, and to her gently sayd,
Faire Damzell, seemeth, by your troubled cheare[751], xlii
That either me too bold ye weene, this wise
You to molest, or other ill to feare