hated, yet notwithstanding at that time, I did gratiouslie esteeme of
it, which mee thought I could suffer willinglye, but that will was
insufficient: hope still looking, and perswading mee of an vncertaine,
fearefull, and vnquyet lyfe.

Alas howe my soule and bodye were lothe to leaue one an another, the
sorrowe whereof made me vnwilling to intertaine so cruel an enemy as
death: whereupon I plucking vp a good heart, thought thus.

Shall the greatnes of my loue so sweetly set on fire, now decaie,
frustrated of anie effect, for if at this present I had been but
presented with a sight thereof, I could haue beene yet the better
satisfied.

But yet forthwith returning to the inward impression of my sweetest
obiect, stil dwelling in the secret of my heart, I fell into blobering
teares, for the losse of two so worthie iewels. That was _Polia_ and my
precious life. Continually calling vpon her with deepe sighes and
singultiue sobbings, sounding in the thicke ayre, incloystered vnder the
huge arches and secret darke couering, saying thus to my selfe.

If I die heere thus miserably, sorrowfully, and vncomfortably, all
alone, who shal bee a woorthie successour of so precious a gemme? And
who shal be the possor of such a treasure of so inestimable valure? And
what faire heauen shal shew so cleare a light? Oh most wretched
_Poliphilus_, whether dost thou go vnfortunate? whether dost thou hasten
thy steppes? hopest thou euer to behold againe any desired good? Behould
all thy gratious conceits and pleasant highe delyghtes builded in thy
apprehensiue thoughtes, through the sweetenes of loue, are deadly
shaken, and abruptlie precipitated and cast downe? Looke how thy loftie