So freshly bledde, as if but than she dyde.
She staide a while, her coulour came and went,
And doubtful was that would haue tolde hir paine:
In wofull sort she seemed to lament,
And could not wel her tongue from talke refraine.
For why her griefes vnfolde she would right faine,
Yet bashfull was: at length an ende to make,
Hir Morpheus wild, and then thus wyse she spake.
[443] Cannot still keepe in my counsaile. ed. 1575.
[444] And shew mishaps. ib.