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Loues Metamorphosis.
Oh cryes kind Dolusif shee hate my feature,
Sweet Cupid turne mee
to some other creature.
Make me a Bull like Ioue, if that may passe;
Or let me be an Horse as Neptune was:
Or like to Mercurie a Goat ile be,
If such a shape will please so faire as shee.
Loue was attentiue to his imprecation,
And quicklie thought vpon some transformation.
And in a moment rysing from his stoole,
Transformd him to a creature cal'd a Foole.
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