s throughout the world I straid,
8 A virgin widow, whose deepe wounded mind
With loue, long time did languish as the striken hind.

1 "His blessed body, spoiled of lively breath,

spoiled of lively > robbed of living

2 Was afterward, I know not how, conveyed

conveyed > removed, removed in an underhand manner

3 And from me hidden: of whose most innocent death

innocent > undeserved; guiltless

4 When tidings came to me, unhappy maid,

unhappy > unfortunate; unhappy

5 Oh! how great sorrow my sad soul assayed.

how great > how greatly; _or:_ such a great
assayed > tested, made trial of; assailed

6 Then forth I went, his woeful corse to find,

corse > body

7 And many years throughout the world I strayed,
8 A virgin widow, whose deep wounded mind

deep > deeply; deep

9 With love long time did languish, as the stricken hind.

the stricken hind > (A simile applied (_Aen._ 4.68-9) to Dido, who
literally burned for the love of Aeneas)

102.25

At last it chaunced this proud +_Sarazin_,+
2 To meete me wandring, who perforce me led
With him away, but yet could neuer win
4 The Fort, that Ladies hold in soueraigne dread.
There lies he now with foule dishonour dead,
6 Who whiles he liu'de, was called proud _Sans foy_,
The eldest of three brethren, all three bred
8 Of one bad sire, whose youngest is _Sans ioy_,
And twixt them both was borne the bloudy bold _Sans loy_.

1 _Sarazin_, > _Sarazin 1609_

1 "At last it chanced this proud Saracen
2 To meet me wandering, who perforce me led

perforce > forcibly

3 With him away, but yet could never win
4 The fort that ladies hold in sovereign dread.
5 There lies he now with foul dishonour dead,
6 Who, while he lived, was called proud Sansfoy,
7 The eldest of three brethren, all three bred
8 Of one bad sire, whose youngest is Sansjoy,

sire > father
Sansjoy > "Without Joy"

9 And 'twixt them both was born the bloody bold Sansloy.

Sansloy > "Without Law"

102.26

In this sad plight, friendlesse, vnfortunate,
2 Now miserable I _Fidessa_ dwell,
Crauing of you in pitty of my state,
4 To do none ill, if please ye not do well.
He in great passion all this while did dwell,
6 More busying his quicke eyes, her face to view,
Then his dull eares, to heare what she did tell;
8 And said, +faire+ Lady hart of flint would rew
The vndeseru