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Epig. 24. The transformation of Narcissus .

Narcissus , once a Cupid, add but wings,
Who too much trusted to deceitfull springs,
A flower now to the flood enclines, and so
By that which was his ruine, he doth grow:
While with Narcissus on our selves we doate,
We lose our selves, and act we know not what.