[XXI. So saith my faire & beautifull Licoris]
So saith my faire & beautifull Licoris
So saith my faire & beautifull Licoris, when now & then she talketh
with mee of Loue, Loue is a spirit that walketh, that sores & flyes
& none aliue can hold him, & none &c. nor touch him, nor behold him,
yet whē hir eies she turneth, I spie wher he soiorneth, in hir eies ther he
flyes in hir eies ther hee flyes, but none can touch him, till on hir lippes
he couch him, yet when hir eyes she turneth, I spie wher he soiorneth,
in hir eyes, ther he flyes in hir eyes, ther he flyes, but none can catch him,
in hir eyes, ther he flyes In hir eyes ther he flyes, but none can catch
him, till from hir lippes he fetch him.
