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When golden Titan did the Ram forsake,
And warmed the Bull with force of greater heate,
Then foorth I walked the pleasant ayre to take,
Glad when I heard the silly Lambes to bleate.
Pleas'd to behold the stormes of winters ire,
(With quiet calme) at last for to expire.
And warmed the Bull with force of greater heate,
Then foorth I walked the pleasant ayre to take,
Glad when I heard the silly Lambes to bleate.
Pleas'd to behold the stormes of winters ire,
(With quiet calme) at last for to expire.
As thus I mused vnder the silent shade,
The chirping birdes chattering their harmonie,
Pleasant slumber my sences did inuade,
And then I heard a voyce that lowd did crie,
Who worth the time that I did yeeld consent,
To lawlesse Loue, which now I do repent.
The chirping birdes chattering their harmonie,
Pleasant slumber my sences did inuade,
And then I heard a voyce that lowd did crie,
Who worth the time that I did yeeld consent,
To lawlesse Loue, which now I do repent.
The golden shaft that pearst my panting breast,
Came from the quiuer hang'd at blind Cupids side,
Which hath so full bereaued me of rest,
And therewithall againe he lowdly cryde,
Woe worth the time that I did yeeld consent,
To lawlesse Loue, which now I doe repent.
Came from the quiuer hang'd at blind Cupids side,
Which hath so full bereaued me of rest,
And therewithall againe he lowdly cryde,
Woe worth the time that I did yeeld consent,
To lawlesse Loue, which now I doe repent.
Phœbus reflecting beames from polished glasse,
Yeeldes not more liuely shewes then doeth her face,
That is the cause of this my harme, alas,
Well may I say, being hopelesse in her grace,
Woe worth the time that I did yeeld consent,
To lawlesse Loue, which nowe I doe repent.
Yeeldes not more liuely shewes then doeth her face,
That is the cause of this my harme, alas,
Well may I say, being hopelesse in her grace,
Woe worth the time that I did yeeld consent,
To lawlesse Loue, which nowe I doe repent.
Whereat I wak't, but nothing could I viewe,
Which made me thinke a vision it should be,
And straight I rose to see what would ensue,
And then a nouell strange appeared to me,
A frozen man being in a fierie flame,
Another fryed in frost, (woe worth the same.)
Which made me thinke a vision it should be,
And straight I rose to see what would ensue,
And then a nouell strange appeared to me,
A frozen man being in a fierie flame,
Another fryed in frost, (woe worth the same.)
Afore I could the meaning vnderstand,
This strange Aenigma vanished quite away,
Whereat amazed much I then did stand,
Thinking that wofull wyght did lately say,
Wo worth the time that I did yeeld consent,
To lawlesse Loue which nowe I doe repent.
This strange Aenigma vanished quite away,
Whereat amazed much I then did stand,
Thinking that wofull wyght did lately say,
Wo worth the time that I did yeeld consent,
To lawlesse Loue which nowe I doe repent.
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