Replies, that cold will serue his turne to shaue.
136.
With eyes full burthned with a showre of teares,
“Do ye,” quoth I, “now helpe me with your might
To waile the sorrowes, which my sad soule beares,
Open your floud-gates wide, and in their sight
Let vs haue water warme in their despight:”
This said, the teares did downe my cheekes distill,
As if they stroue t’effect my wofull will.
137.