So are my Limms unwealdlie for the fight That spend their strength in thought of hir delight. What shall I doe to shewe my self a man? It will not be for ought that beawtie can. 128 I kisse, I clap, I feele, I view at will, Yett dead he lyes, not thinking good or ill. "Unhappie me," quoth shee, "and wilt' not stand? Com, lett me rubb and chafe it with my hand! 132 Perhaps the sillie worme is labour'd sore, And wearied that it can doe noe more; If it be so, as I am greate a-dread, I wish tenne thousand times that I were dead. 136 How ere it is, no meanes shall want in me, That maie auaile to his recouerie." Which saide, she tooke and rould it on hir thigh, And when she look't on't, she would weepe and sighe; 140 She dandled it, and dancet it up and doune, Not ceasing till she rais'd it from his swoune. And then he flue on hir as he were wood, And on hir breeche did hack and foyne a-good; 144 He rub'd, and prickt, and pierst her to the bones, Digging as farre as eath he might for stones; Now high, now lowe, now stryking shorte and thicke; Now dyuing deepe, he toucht hir to the quicke; 148 Now with a gird he would his course rebate, Straite would he take him to a statlie gate; Plaie while him list, and thrust he neare so hard, Poore pacient Grissill lyeth at hir warde, 152 And giue's, and takes, as blythe and free as Maye, And ere-more meete's him in the midle waye. On him hir eyes continualy were fixt; With hir eye-beames his melting looke's were mixt, 156 Which, like the Sunne, that twixt two glasses plaies, From one to th' other cast's rebounding rayes. He, lyke a starre that, to reguild his beames Sucks-in the influence of Phebus streames, 160 Imbathes the lynes of his descending light In the bright fountaines of hir clearest sight. She, faire as fairest Planet in the skye, Hir puritie to noe man doeth denye; 164 The verie chamber that enclouds her shine Lookes lyke the pallace of that God deuine, Who leades the daie about the Zodiake, And euerie euen discends to th'oceane lake; 168 So fierce and feruent is her radiance, Such fyrie stakes she darts at euerie glance As might enflame the icie limmes of age, And make pale death his seignedrie to aswage; 172 To stand and gaze upon her orient lamps, Where Cupid all his chiefest ioyes encamps, And sitts, and playes with euery atomie That in hir Sunne-beames swarme aboundantlie. 176