Was neuer none before so lik’d myne eye,
I lou’d her more then I could loue my life:
Her absence still mee thought did cause mee dye,
I surely ment to take her for my wife.
But see how beauty breadeth deadly strife,
Lo here began my whole confusion, here
Sprang out the shaft from whence this wound I beare.
15.
For Corineus had no sooner heard,
That I did meane his daughter to forsake,