Arisbas, Euphues amidst his slumbers Or Cupid's Iourney to Hell. Decyphering a myrror of Constancie, a Touch-stone of tried affection, begun in chaste desires, ended in choise delights: And emblasoning Beauties glorie, adorned by Natures bountie. VVith the Trivmph of Trve Loue, in the Soyle of false Fortune. By I. D. i.e. John Dickenson] |
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Dorylus his Madrigal. |
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Dorylus his Madrigal.
Loue vowde himselfe my friend and chose his timeTo wound faire Palma: Cynthia him espide,
As wantonly the god did climbe
To fit his aime, and sware to worke his smart,
If he presum'd to pierce so chaste an heart:
And therewithall from Mayden side
She drew a shaft: away the god gan flie
With wings fast wau'd, nor durst the wanton scant
Or slacke his course amid the skie,
Thus he his will and I my wish must want.
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