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Epig. 18. Wicked Myrha.

VVhat will none serve for to allay thy fi[illeg.]
Is there no young man abler then t[illeg.]
For to content thee? See, she hath her will,
Her Father sports with her all night, untill
Aurora blushes, thou had'st he're more need
(Lady) to leave old Tythons bed with speed,

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See the old man, when he beholds her face,
Knows tis his Daughter, and bewailes his case.
Her crime he'd expiate with her hot blood,
Behold she flies into a neighbouring wood,
Not worthy for to breath, the Gods Decree,
She is transformed to a weeping Tree.