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xx. Of Chloris.

Forth from greene Thetis Bowers
The morne arose; her face
A wreath of rayes did grace,
Her haire raind pearles, her hand & lap dropt flowres.
Led by the pleasant sight
Of those so rich and odoriferous showres,
Each shepheard thither came, & nimphes bright:
Entrancd they stood; I did to Chloris turne,
And saw in her more grace than [in] the Morne.