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XXII.

[Minst.]
With such an eye she sweetly him did view,
Did so y-corven every shape to joy,
His sprite did change unto another hue,
His arms, nor spoils, might any thoughts employ.
All delightsome and content,
Fire enshooting from his eyne,
In his arms he did her hent,
As the night-shade doth entwine.