And fleshly brest, shall beare a heart of stone.
O goddesse mine, yet heare my voyce of ruthe,
And pitie him that heart presents to thee:
And if thou want a witnesse for my truth
Let sighes and teares my iudge and record be,
Vnto the ende a day may come in hast,
To make me thinke I spend no time in waste.
For nought preuayles in loue to serue and sue
If full effect ioyne not with words at neede,
What is desire or any fansies newe