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xxx. Fragment.
[Now Phœbus vhept his horse vith al his might]
Now Phœbus vhept his horse vith al his might,Thinking to take Aurora in her flight;
But sche, vho heares the trampling of his steeds,
Gins suiftlie gallop thruch heauens rosie meeds.
The more he runs, the more he cums her neare;
The lesse her sped, sche finds the more her feare.
At last his coursiers angry to be torne,
Her tooke; sche vith a blush died al the morne.
Tethis, agast to spie her greens made red,
All drousie rose furth of her corral bed,
Thinking the Nights faire Queen suld thole sume harmes,
Sche saw poor Tithons vyff in Phœbus armes.
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