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To Maystresse D.
Not from the hye Cytherion Hyllnor from that Ladies throne
Frō whēs flies forth ye winged boy
ye makes some sore to grone.
But nearer hence this token coms,
from out the Dongeon deepe,
Where neuer Plutto yet dyd raygne
nor Proserpyne dyd sleepe.
whom duetie moues aryght,
To wayle that he so long doth lacke,
his owne deare Maystres syght.
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