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xii, xiii. Bembo in his Rime. 2 Son.

In the same sort of Rime.

As the yong faune, vhen vinters gone avay
Vnto a sueter saison granting place,
More vanton growne by smyles of heuens faire face,
Leauith the silent voods at breake of day,
And now on hils, and now by brookes doth pray
On tender flowres, secure and solitar,
Far from all cabans, and vher shephards are;
Vher his desir him guides his foote doth stray,
He fearith not the dart nor other armes
Til he be schoot in to the noblest part
By cuning archer, vho in dark bush lyes:
So innocent, not fearing comming harmes,
Vandering vas I that day vhen your faire eies,
Vorld-killing schafts, gaue deaths vounds to my hart.