Daughter (said she) what need ye be dismayd,
2 Or why make ye such Monster of your mind?
Of much more vncouth thing I was affrayd;
4 Of filthy lust, contrarie vnto kind:
But this affection nothing straunge I find;
6 For who with reason can you aye reproue,
To loue the semblant pleasing most your mind,
8 And yield your heart, whence ye cannot remoue?
No guilt in you, but in the tyranny of loue.
1 "Daughter," said she, "what need you be dismayed,
Daughter > {Girl, maiden; also a term of affectionate address used by any older person to a girl or young woman} need you > [need do you have to]
2 Or why make you such monster of your mind?