The more I was afraid, the more I gaz’d.
Then she arose, and caught me in her arm;
Such soft flesh sure intended me no harm.
’Twas time to roar, since that I could not tell,
But that I was encircled (now) by Hell.
Stay, stay, (said she) I am no hellish fiend,
I’m flesh and blood, and am thy loving friend:
If my complexion do not please thy minde,
Then close thine eyes, yet love: Thus love is blinde.
I understood her tongue, and streight did swear