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Aye me , and am I now the Man whose MuseIn happier Times was wont to laugh at Loue
And those who suffred that blind Boy abuse
The noble Gifts were giuen them from aboue?
What Metamorphose strange is this I proue?
My selfe now scarse I finde my selfe to be,
And thinkes no Fable Circes Tyrannie,
And all the Tales are told of changed Iove,
Vertue hath faire with her Philosophie
My Mind vnto a better Course to moue,
Reason may chide her full, and oft reproue
Affections Power, but what is that to me
Who euer thinkes, and neuer thinkes on Ought
But that bright Cherubine that thralles my Thought.
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