As fury of later[1321] war to lyue did grutch.
11.
For as one durt (though durty) shin’th[1322] the sunne:
So, euen amids my vice, my vertue shoane:
My selfe I sparde with [any] his cheate to stayne,
For loue and[1323] reuerence so I could refraine:
Gisippus wife erst Titus would desyre
With frendship’s breach, I quencht that brutish fyre:
Manly it is, to loth the fawning[1324] lust:
Small vaunt to flye, what[1325] of constreint thou must.