8 And never vow to rest, till her I find: 9 Nine months I seek in vain, yet nill that vow unbind."
nill > will not
109.16
Thus as he spake, his visage wexed pale,
2 And chaunge of hew great passion did bewray;
Yet still he stroue to cloke his inward bale,
4 And hide the smoke, that did his fire display,
Till gentle Vna thus to him gan say;
6 O happy Queene of Faeries, that hast found
Mongst many, one that with his prowesse may
8 Defend thine honour, and thy foes confound:
True Loues are often sown, but seldom grow on ground.
1 Thus as he spoke, his visage waxed pale,
waxed > grew
2 And change of hue great passion did bewray;
hue > colour bewray > betray
3 Yet still he strove to cloak his inward bale,
bale > torment; also, mainly in northern usage: a great consuming fire, pyre, bonfire