Here folds she up the tenour of her woe, (1311)
Her certain sorrow writ uncertainly. (1312)
By this short schedule Collatine may know (1313)
Her grief, but not her grief's true quality: (1314)
She dares not thereof make discovery,
Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse, (1316)
Ere she with blood had stain'd her stain'd excuse.