The combat, which he with Sansioy did hould;
The lucklesse conflict with the Gyant stout,
Wherein captiu’d, of life or death he stood in doubt.
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And stroue to maister sorrowfull assay,
Which greater grew, the more she did contend,
And almost rent her tender hart in tway;
And loue fresh coles vnto her fire did lay:
For greater loue, the greater is the losse.
Was neuer Ladie loued dearer day,