Ne did he spare (so cruell was the Elfe) xlv
His owne deare mother, (ah why should he so?[1155])
Ne did he spare sometime to pricke himselfe,
That he might tast the sweet consuming woe,
Which he had wrought to many others moe.
But to declare the mournfull Tragedyes,
And spoiles, wherewith he all the ground did strow,
More eath to number, with how many eyes
High heauen beholds sad louers nightly theeueryes.
Kings Queenes, Lords Ladies, Knights and Damzels gent xlvi