Who have fo fov'reign a control O'er that poor flave of your's, my foul, 320 That, rather than to forfeit you, Has ventur'd lofs of heav'n too; To render all that serve you bleft; But none like him, who's deftin'd either 325 To have or lose you both together; And if you 'll but this fault release, For so it must be, fince you please, I'll pay down all that vow, and more, fin : 330 Which shall be done, until it move 335 The knight, perusing this epistle, Believ'd he 'ad brought her to his whistle; With great applause, t' himself, twice over; 340 And humble distance, to his wit: With leffons how t' observe, and eye her. She first confider'd which was better, To fend it back, or burn the letter: 345 350 But gueffing that it might import, Tho' nothing else, at least her sport, With many a smile and leering flout; And thus perform'd what she design'd. 355 360 Epistle to his Lady, Line 337. L. Rofs in soulp. THE LADY'S ANSWER то THE KNIGHT. THAT you're a beast and turn'd to grass, Is no strange news, nor ever was ; Did from the pound replevin you, When both your sword and spurs were won 5 That fword that did, like fate, determine And never felt its furious blows, But cut the throats of pigs and cows, By Trulla was, in single fight, Difarm'd and wrested from its knight, 10 Your heels degraded of your spurs, Where still they 'ad lain, in base restraint, Had not, on hon'rable conditions, When being free, you strove t' evade, And when y' had falfely broke one vow, 15 20 25 ვი |