should be more greeuous vnto me then the
weight of _Iuarime_ to _Typhon_. It disperseth me more, then the
rauenous vulturs the glomerated bowels of _Tityus_: It holdeth me in
more, then the labirinth crooking: It tosseth me more, then the
northeast winds the calme seas: It teareth me woorse then _Acteons_
dogges their flieng master: It troubleth my spirits more then horrible
death doth them who desire to liue: It is more direfull to my vexed
hart, then the crocodils bowels to _Ichneumon_. And so much the more is
my greefe, that with all the wit I haue, I knowe not to thinke in what
part of the worlde I shoulde be, but streight before the sweete fire of
this halfe goddesse, which without any corporall substance consumeth me:
hir aboundant and faire yealow haire, a snare and net for my hart to be
masked in: hir large and phlegmatique forehead, like white lillies, bynd
me in as with a withe: hir pearcing regards take away my life as sweete
prouocations to afflict me: hir roseall cheekes do exasperate my desire,
hir ruddie lips continue the same, and hir delicious breasts like the
winter snow vpon the hyperboreall mountaines, are the sharp spurs and
byting whip to my amorous passions: hir louely gestures and pleasant
countenance do draw my desire to an imaginatiue delight, heaping vp my
sorrow. And to all these insulting martyrdoms and greeuous vexations of
that impious and deceitfull _Cupid_ I laie open, mightilie striuing to
beare them, and no waie able to resist them, but to suffer my selfe to
be ouercome: neither coulde I shun the same, but remained still as one
vnawares lost in the Babylonian fen.

Oh _Titius_, thou canst not perswade me that thy paine is equall with
mine, although that the vultures teare open thy breast, and taking out
thy smoking warm hart, do pluck it in peeces with their crooked beaks,
and pinch the same in their sharpe tallents, eating vp also the rest of
thy flesh, vntill they haue ingorged thenselues, & within a while after
thou renewed againe, they begin afresh to pray vpon thee. Thou hast a
time to be reuiued againe, and made sound as euer thou wert: but two
eies without all pitie or intermission haue wounded me, deuour and
consume me, leauing me no time of rest, or space to be comforted.

And hauing had these discourses with my selfe, I began secretly to
mourne and weepe, and desire a way that I might die, fetching deepe
sighes as if my hart had torne in sunder with euery one of them. And
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