And know my love was but a fit of man.
We'll leave Albino in this frantic mood,
And view Bellama, pargèd o'er with fear,
Asking a member of her sisterhood
(For love and virtues unto her most dear),
Amongst their sportings, and their chaste delights,
Wherefore Albino did refrain their sights.
Barraba (her the font those letters gave)
Said, 'I presume I rightly guess the cause'.