What yron courage euer could endure, xvii
To worke such outrage on so faire a creature?
And in his madnesse thinke with hands impure
To spoyle so goodly workmanship of nature,
The maker selfe resembling in her feature?
Certes some hellish furie, or some feend
This mischiefe framd, for their first loues defeature,
To bath[102] their hands in bloud of dearest freend[103],
Thereby to make their loues beginning, their liues end.
Thus long they trac’d, and trauerst to and fro, xviii