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[II. False loue did me inueagle]
False loue did me inueagleFalse loue did me inueagle And she like to the Eagle. Vpon my brest aye tyring Pennits me no respiring Then would she once but bill me By the lips and so kill me O but Calisto teareth My hart out like the Beare whose name she beareth.
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