To him that liu’d in loue with thee so long:
That royall blood in Berklie castle spilt,
Had now not stain’d our storie with thy guilt.
75.
The scene of lust foreruns the act of blood,
Priapus doth his lustfull breath inspire
Into the queene, the ocean’s wauie flood
Cannot extinguish fancie’s burning fire,
Nor coole the scalding thirst of her desire:
With heate of lust her inward heart doth gloe,