She was borne free, not bound to any wight,
And so would euer liue, and loue her owne delight.
Through such her stubborne stifnesse, and hard hart, xxxi
Many a wretch, for want of remedie,
Did languish long in lifeconsuming smart,
And at the last through dreary dolour die:
Whylest she, the Ladie of her libertie,
Did boast her beautie had such soueraine might,
That with the onely twinckle of her eye,
She could or saue, or spill, whom she would hight.