Lyke mee too late hee shall his faultes repent,
His sinfull soule shall feele the fall in fine
That I haue felte: which makes me to repine
Against my minde, for nature dyd her parte,
My euil inclyned minde dyd spoyle my hart.[1235]
6.
What though I were of comely personage?
Joyntly my ioyntes were ioynde with perfect shape,
Adorned eke with so sweete a visage,
That neuer yet from nature’s handes dyd scape