XLVII + 

Soon she turn’d up a soiled glove, whereon + 

Her silk had play’d in purple phantasies: + 

She kiss’d it with a lip more chill than stone, + 

And put it in her bosom, where it dries + 

And freezes utterly unto the bone + 

Those dainties made to still an infant’s cries; + 

Then ’gan she work again; nor stay’d her care, + 

But to throw back at times her veiling hair. + 