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[XI. Thus saith my Cloris bright]

Thus saith my Cloris bright,
when we of Loue sit downe and talke together,
Beware of Loue, (deere) Loue is a walking sprite,
And Loue is this and that, And O I wot not what,
And comes and goes againe, I wot not whether,
No, no, these are but bugs to breed amazing,
For in her eies I saw his torch light blazing.