For though this cloud haue now me ouercast,
Yet doe I not of better times despeyre;
And, though (vnlike)[293] they should for euer last,
Yet in my truthes assurance I rest fixed fast.
But what so stonie mind (she then replyde) xxxix
But if in his owne powre occasion lay,
Would to his hope a windowe open wyde,
And to his fortunes helpe make readie way?
Vnworthy sure (quoth he) of better day,
That will not take the offer of good hope,