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[The Fouler hides, (as closely as he may)]

The Fouler hides, (as closely as he may)
The net where caught the sillie bird should be;
Least he the threatning pryson should but see,
And so for feare be forc'd to flye away.
My Ladye so, the while shee doth assay
In curled knots fast to entangle me,
Puts on her vaile, to th' end I should not flee
The golden net wherein I am a pray.
Alas (most sweet!) what neede is of a net
To catch a byrd that is already tame?
Sith with your hand alone you may it get,
For it desires to flie into the same;
What needes such arte, my thoughts then to intrap,
When of themselves they flye into your lap?