The cõforte of louers / The Comfort of Lovers

by Stephen Hawes

Ryght so I went / than at all auenture

Vnto the hande / that helde the swerde so sure

I felte the hande / of the stell so fyne

Me thought it quaked / the fyngers gan to stretche

I thought by that / I came than of the lyne

Of the grete lady / that fyrst the swerde dyde fetche

The swerdes pomell / I began to ketche

The hande swerued / but yet neuer the lesse

I helde them bothe / by excellent prowes

And at the last / I felte the hande departe