135 I heard your guilty rhymes, observed your fashion,
Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion:
[137] Ay me! says one; O Jove! the other cries;
[138] One, her hairs were gold, crystal the other’s eyes:
[139] You would for paradise break faith and troth; [To Long.
[140] And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. [To Dum.
What will Biron say when that he shall hear
[142] Faith infringed, which such zeal did swear?
How will he scorn! how will he spend his wit!
[144] How will he triumph, leap and laugh at it!