Her mistress she doth give demure good-morrow, (1220)
With soft-slow tongue, true mark of modesty, (1221)
And sorts a sad look to her lady's sorrow, (1222)
For why her face wore sorrow's livery; (1223)
But durst not ask of her audaciously
Why her two suns were cloud-eclipsed so, (1225)
Nor why her fair cheeks over-wash'd with woe.