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Against Chione her feeding on fat Woodcocks.
Epigram. 116.
O Chione thine Eyes all Eyes do feast,Thy Lake-laid Cheekes excel the reddest Rose;
Thine Iuory Front, and Alabaster Brest
Do men entice, as Carion ticeth Crowes:
I see great men thou drawst; and smile to see
How thou dost plume on them, and they on thee.
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