Faire Pastorella, whose sad mournefull hew
Like the faire Morning clad in misty fog did shew.
At sight whereof his barbarous heart was fired, iv
And inly burnt with flames most raging whot,
That her alone he for his part desired
Of all the other pray, which they had got,
And her in mynde did to him selfe allot.
From that day forth he kyndnesse to her showed,[576]
And sought her loue, by all the meanes he mote;
With looks, with words, with gifts he oft her wowed;