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A dreame. SONNET. 13.
What time faire Titan in the Zenith sate,And equally the fixed poles did heate,
When to my flocke my daily woes I chate,
And vnderneath a broad beech tooke my seate:
The dreaming god which Morpheus Poets call,
Augmenting fuell to my Aetnas fire,
With sleepe possessing my weake sences all,
In apparitions makes my hopes aspire.
Me thought I saw the Nimph I would imbrace,
With armes abroad comming to me for helpe,
A lust-led Satyre hauing hir in chace
Which after hir, about the fields did yelpe.
I seeing my loue in perplexed plight,
A sturdy bat from of an oke I reft,
And with the rauishor continue fight
Till breathlesse I vpon the earth him left.
Then when my coy Nimph saw hir breathlesse foe,
With kisses kinde she gratifies my paine,
Protesting neuer rigor more to showe.
Happy was I this good hap to obtaine,
But drowsie slumbers flying to their cell,
My sudden ioy conuerted was to bale,
My wonted sorrowes still with me do dwell.
I looked round about on hill and dale,
But I could neither my faire Chloris view,
Nor yet the Satyre which erst while I slew.
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