1
I cannot chuse but giue a smile,
To see how Loue doth all beguile,
Except it bee my frozen heart,
That yeelds not to his fierie dart.
2
Belike I was Achillis like,
Drencht in that fatall hardning flood,
My flesh it feares no push of pike,
The speare against me doth no good.
3
Onely my heele may Cupid hit,
And yet I care not much for it,
Because the hurt I cannot feele,
Vnlesse my heart were in my heele.
The Answere.
1
I cannot chuse but needes must smile,
To see how Loue doth thee beguile,
Which did of purpose frieze thy heart,
To thaw it to thy greater smart.
2
Suppose thou wert Achillis like,
Drencht in that fatall hardning flood,
That might auaile gainst push of pike,
But gainst his dart t'will doe no good.
3
For if thy heele he doe but hit,
His venom'd shaft will rancle it,
The force whereof the heart must feele,
Conuaide by Arteryes from thy heele.
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