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SONNET LV.
[Nymphes which in bewtie mortall creatures staine]
Nymphes which in bewtie mortall creatures staine,And Satyres which none but faire Nymphes beholde,
They to the Nymphes, and Nymphes to them complaine,
And each in spight, my mistresse bewtie tolde:
Till soundely sleeping in a myrtle groue,
A wanton Satyre had espyed her there,
Who deeming she was dead, in all hast stroue
To fetch the Nymphes which in the forestes were:
They flocking fast, in triumph of her death
Lightly beheld, and (deeming she was dead)
Nymphes sang, and Satyres daunced out of breath,
VVhilest Satyres with the Nymphes la voultaes lead
My mistresse did awake, then they which came
To scorne her bewtie, ran away for shame.
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