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SONNET 9.

[Vnto the fountaine where faire Diana chaste]

Vnto the fountaine where faire Diana chaste
The proud Acteon turned to a Hart
I droue my flocke that water sweete to taste,
Cause from the welkin Phœbus gan depart.
There did I see the nymph whom I admire.
Remembring hir locks, of which the yellow hew:
Made blush the beauties of hir curled wire,
Which Ioue himselfe with woonder well might view.
Then red with ire, hir tresses she berent,
And weeping hid the beautie of hir face:
Whilst I amazed, at hir discontent
With teares and sighs do humbly sue for grace:
But she regarding neither teares nor mone,
Flies from the fountaine leauing me alone.