And now this lustful lord leap'd from his bed, (170)
Throwing his mantle rudely o'er his arm; (171)
Is madly toss'd between desire and dread; (172)
Th' one sweetly flatters, th' other feareth harm; (173)
But honest fear, bewitch'd with lust's foul charm,
Doth too too oft betake him to retire, (175)
Beaten away by brain-sick rude desire.