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Canzon. 7.
[More fayre, but yet more cruell I thee deeme]
More fayre, but yet more cruell I thee deeme,(Though by how much the more thou beautious art,
So much of pitie shouldst thou more esteeme)
Fayrer then Phœbe, yet a harder hart.
Her when Actæon viewd with priuie eye,
She doom'd him but a death, (a death he ow'd)
While he pursu'd before his dogs did flye:
Here was the worst of ill (good Queene) she show'd:
But when a start mine eye had thee espyed,
(Though at discouert) yet stand I sentenced,
Not to one death to which I would haue hyed:
For since vnarmed and to eye vnfenced,
Thy Phœbe fayrer parts were mine eyes prospectiue
(Oh griefe) vnto my selfe disgrac'd I liue.
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