683 pain, and thilkë hotë fire, In which thou whilom burned’st for desire Whennë that thou usedest 684 the beauty Of fairë youngë Venus, fresh and free, And haddest her in armës at thy will: And though thee onës on a time misfill, 685 When Vulcanus had caught thee in his las, 686 And found thee ligging 687 by his wife, alas! For thilkë sorrow that was in thine heart, Have ruth 688 as well upon my painë’s smart. I am young and unconning, 689 as thou know’st, And, as I trow, 690