As when a greedie Wolfe through hunger[213] fell
A seely Lambe farre from the flocke does take,
Of whom he meanes his bloudie feast to make,
A Lyon spyes fast running towards him,
The innocent pray in hast he does forsake,
Which quit from death yet quakes in euery lim
With chaunge of feare, to see the Lyon looke so grim.
Such fearefull fit assaid her trembling hart, xi
Ne word to speake, ne ioynt to moue she had:
The saluage nation feele her secret smart,