And th’amarous sweet spoiles to greedy eyes reuele.
As that faire Starre, the messenger of morne, lxv
His deawy face out of the sea doth reare:
Or as the Cyprian goddesse, newly borne
Of th’Oceans fruitfull froth, did first appeare:
Such seemed they, and so their yellow heare
Christalline humour dropped downe apace.
Whom such when Guyon saw, he drew him neare,
And somewhat gan relent his earnest pace,
His stubborne brest gan secret pleasaunce to embrace.