14.
These fond affections ioynd with lacke of skill,
(Which trap the heart, and blind the eyes of youth,
And pricke the minde to practise any ill)
So tickled mee, that voyde of kindly truth,
(Which if it want all wretchednes[1184] ensueth)
I stinted not to persecute my brother,
Til time hee left his kingdom to another.
15.
Thus carnall loue did quench the loue of kinde,