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xi. The Beare of loue.

In woodes and desart Boundes
A beast abroad doth roame,
So louing sweetnesse and the honnyecombe
That it of Beas contemptes alarmes and woundes:
I by like pleasure led
To proue what heauens did place
Of sweet on your faire face,
Whilst therewith I am fed,
Rest carelesse (Bear of loue) of hellish smart
And how those eyes afflicte and wound my hart.