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Next thereunto did grow a goodly tree, 

 With branches broad dispredd and body great, 

 Clothed with leaves, that none like wood mote 



see, 

 And loaden all with fruit as thick as it might bee. 



Their fruit were golden apples glistning bright, 

 That goodly was their glory to behold: 

 On earth like never grew, ne living wight 

 Like ever saw, but they from hence were sold; 

 For those which Hercules, with conquest bold 

 Got from great Atlas daughters, hence began, 

 And planted there did bring forth fruit of gold; 

 And those with which th' Eubcean young man 



wan 

 Swift Atalanta, when through craft he her out 



ran. 



Here also sprong that goodly golden fruit, 

 With which Acontius got his lover trew, 

 Whom he had long time sought with fruitlesse 



suit: 



Here eke the famous golden Apple grew, 

 The which emongst the gods false Ate threw; 



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