Too true yfaith; Thou mightst as well put out the eie of day, Or cover sinne from heaven, or to erect A towre of sand on the uncertain surge, Or any thing that were more inficient, Then to remoove one doting thought of mine From her disdain.

O warie wisedome of the man* that would That Carthage towres from spoile should be forborne, To th'end that his victorious people should With cancring laisure not be overworne!