Yet, foul night-working cat, he doth but dally, (555)
While in his hold-fast foot the weak mouse panteth: (556)
Her sad behaviour feeds his vulture folly, (557)
A swallowing gulf that even in plenty wanteth: (558)
His ear her prayers admits, but his heart granteth
No penetrable entrance to her plaining: (560)
Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.