With gaping mouth at her ran greedily,
To have attonce devour’d her tender corse:
But to the pray when as he drew more ny,
His bloudie rage asswaged with remorse,
And with the sight amazd, forgat his furious forse.”
(I. iii. 5.)
“The Lyon would not leave her desolate,
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From her faire eyes he tooke commaundement,
And ever by her lookes conceived her intent.”