'Thus I forestall thee, if thou mean to chide: (485)
Thy beauty hath ensnared thee to this night, (486)
Where thou with patience must my will abide; (487)
My will that marks thee for my earth's delight, (488)
Which I to conquer sought with all my might;
But as reproof and reason beat it dead, (490)
By thy bright beauty was it newly bred.