XLIX
First she was silly and knew not what he ment. That vertue, by his touches, chaft and spent, Succeeds an itchie warmth, that melts her quite; She knew not first, nowe cares not what he doth, And willing halfe and more, more than halfe loth, She neither puls nor pushes, but outright Now cries, and now repents; when Tethlemite Her brother, enterd, and a great stone threw After the Ape, who, thus prevented, flew. This house thus batter'd downe, the Soule possest a new.