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and their Flies. 
VVho carelciTe ofrcucngc,and inncly gricu’d, 
(True beauty aye is fill of rueful monc) 
VVas eucr wcl til Saturne was relccu’d. 
His inward griefes aflWag’d>& forro wes gone. 
And finding him, of hope,and helpe^ereea’di 
(For ftill Phillira was more hard then ftonc) 
Sith that,quoth fhe>the virgin tons thy louc* 
Try whether craft and force wil make her moue* 
Transformc thy fclfe into a Courier braue, 
(VVhat cannot louc transformc it felfe into?} 
Fcedc in hcrwalkcstand in a moment haue ’• 
VVhat thou haft woo’d to haue with much adooe: 
VVhcreto,confentthcauncientSutergauc> » : 
In courfer clothes, learning a raaide to wooc, i 
Filling ech wood with neighs and wihyes flirill, 
V Vhiift hepofleft his louc againft her wilL 
For leflon which,his Miftris to requite* 
Not with vaine hopes in lieu of friendly deeds* 
By Maiae s i fonne (before it grew tonight) 
He fent a Napkin ful of little feeds, 
Tane from the tree where T bishes foulc did light. 
To make her fclfe and boy farre brauer weeds. 
Than Pallas had, or any of the feu’n, 
Yea,then proud I uno ware the Qucenc of heau’n. 
YVhhal 
fojimafierto 
