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To Dorinda.

The bird Erodius for her louely broode,
Sends out a shower of teares perpetually,

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And she by natures prescript is allowed
To mourne for her deiected progenie,
Parents with children make one sympathie.
Why should not I doe this for her and more,
Whose hallowed shrine my thoughts did ere adore?
Thou fairest Queene that sits on Idas mount,
Vouchsafe to take this poem I present,
And this my muse shall be deuoted still,
Vnto thine heauenly statue which was sent
From Ioue aboue vnto this continent,
Protect my silly labour and receiue
Vnto thy cell, this little that I haue.
Alas what fortune crost my birth day first,
When fates themselues denied me better meanes,
To gratifie my loue? whose quenchlesse thirst,
In midst of streames, for liquid streames complains,
That her poore trauaile can produce no gaines,
Vnto thy diuine Altar; which shall smell,
With mirrhe & hymns the Nimphs thēselues shal tell.