On her faire face so did he feede his fill,
And sent close messages of loue to her at will.
And euer and anone, when none was ware, xxviii
With speaking lookes, that close embassage bore,
He rou’d at her, and told his secret care:
For all that art he learned had of yore.
Ne was she ignoraunt of that lewd lore,
But in his eye his meaning wisely red,
And with the like him answerd euermore:
She sent at him one firie dart, whose hed