Now quicke desire hath caught the yeelding pray,
And gluttonlike she feeds, yet neuer filleth,
Her lips are conquerers, his lips obay,
Paying what ransome the insulter willeth:
  VVhose vultur thought doth pitch the price so hie,
  That she will draw his lips rich treasure drie.

And hauing felt the sweetnesse of the spoile,
VVith blind fold furie she begins to forrage,
Her face doth reeke, & smoke, her blood doth boile,
And carelesse lust stirs vp a desperat courage,
  Planting obliuion, beating reason backe,
  Forgetting shames pure blush, & honors wracke.

Hot, faint, and wearie, with her hard imbracing,
Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much hâdling,
Or as the fleet-foot Roe that's tyr'd with chasing,
Or like the froward infant stild with dandling:
  He now obayes, and now no more resisteth,
  VVhile she takes all she can, not all she listeth.

VVhat waxe so frozen but dissolues with tempring,
And yeelds at last to euerie light impression?
Things out of hope are compast oft with ventring,
Chiefly in loue, whose leaue exceeds commission:
  Affection faints not like a pale-fac'd coward,
  But thê woes best, whê most his choice is froward.