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VERSES VNDER A PEACOCKE POVRTRAIED IN HER LEFT HAND.
The bird of Iuno glories in his plumes,
Pride makes the Fowle to prune his feathers so,
His spotted traine, fetcht from old Argus head,
With golden rayes, like to the brightest sunne:
Inserteth selfe-loue in a silly bird,
Till midst his hot an glorious fumes,
He spies his feete, and then lets fall his plumes.
Beauty breeds pride, pride hatcheth forth disdaine,
Disdaine gets hate, and hate calls for reuenge,
Reuenge with bitter prayers vrgeth still:
Thus selfe-loue nursing vp the pompe of pride,
Makes beautie wracke against an ebbing tide.
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