Now thinks he that her husband's shallow tongue,-- (79)
The niggard prodigal that praised her so,-- (80)
In that high task hath done her beauty wrong, (81)
Which far exceeds his barren skill to show: (82)
Therefore that praise which Collatine doth owe
Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise, (84)
In silent wonder of still-gazing eyes.