Figuring straunge characters of his art,
With liuing bloud he those characters wrate[1185],
Dreadfully dropping from her dying hart,
Seeming transfixed with a cruell dart,
And all perforce to make her him to loue.
Ah who can loue the worker of her smart?
A thousand charmes he formerly did proue;
Yet thousand charmes could not her stedfast heart remoue.
Soone as that virgin knight he saw in place, xxxii
His wicked bookes in hast he ouerthrew,