Then death it selfe more dread[134] and desperate.
For naught the same may calme ne mitigate,
Till time the tempest doe thereof delay
With sufferaunce soft, which rigour can abate,
And haue the sterne remembrance wypt away
Of bitter thoughts, which deepe therein infixed lay.
Like as it fell to this vnhappy boy, ii
Whose tender heart the faire Belphebe had[135]
With one sterne looke so daunted, that no ioy
In all his life, which afterwards he lad,