Proud in his woe, boasted his happy theft:
Confessing he had loved her well, and how
By her own doing she was lost and left;
And homeless in such sorrow as outwent
The utmost pain of other punishment,
Was wandering of his love and favour reft.
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By which was Cypris gladden’d, not appeased,
But hid her joy and spake no more her threat:
And left with face like one that much displeased