Albino's heart shall with Bellama dwell:
And though chill winter nip both you and me,
We shall, ere long, our suns and summers see.'
This said, he straight forsook his silent grove,
Trimming his looks which passion did untrim,
And hastes to find the object of his love.
1490But such an eye the matron cast on him,
That fury on her looks did seem to dwell,
And envy to her face transplanted hell.