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XLV
THE SONG OF ARION.
Seated vpon the crooked Dolphins back,
Scudding amidst the purple coloured waues:
Gazing aloofe for Land, Neptune in black,
Attended with the Tritons as his slaues.
Threw forth such stormes as made the ayre thick:
For greefe his Lady Thetis was so sick.
Scudding amidst the purple coloured waues:
Gazing aloofe for Land, Neptune in black,
Attended with the Tritons as his slaues.
Threw forth such stormes as made the ayre thick:
For greefe his Lady Thetis was so sick.
Such plaints he throbd as made the Dolphin stay,
Women (quoth he) are harbours of mans health:
Pleasures for night, and comforts for the day,
What are faire women but rich natures wealth.
Thetis is such, and more if more may be:
Thetis is sick, then what may comfort me?
Women (quoth he) are harbours of mans health:
Pleasures for night, and comforts for the day,
What are faire women but rich natures wealth.
Thetis is such, and more if more may be:
Thetis is sick, then what may comfort me?
Women are sweets that salue mens sowrest ills,
Women are Saints, their vertues are so rare:
Obedient soules that seeke to please mens wills,
Such loue with faith, such Iewels women are.
Thetis is such, and more if more may be:
Thetis is sick, then what may comfort me?
Women are Saints, their vertues are so rare:
Obedient soules that seeke to please mens wills,
Such loue with faith, such Iewels women are.
Thetis is such, and more if more may be:
Thetis is sick, then what may comfort me?
With that he diu'd into the Corall waues,
To see his loue, with all his watry slaues,
The Dolphin swam, yet this I learned then:
Faire women are rich Iewells vnto men.
To see his loue, with all his watry slaues,
The Dolphin swam, yet this I learned then:
Faire women are rich Iewells vnto men.
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