Had caught the cause of all my woefull care.
13.
They cal’d this Lady Elstride, whom I tooke,
Whose beauty braue did so my wittes confound,
That for her sake my promise I forsooke,
Whereby I was to Guendoline first bound.
Mee thought no Lady else so high renound[247]
That might allure mee, chaunge my conflate minde,[248]
So was I caught by snares of Cupide blynde.
14.