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THE MUSHROOM. 
And, even racked with feares, leste some mischaunce 
Or lurking ille shalle meet her on the waye. 
Each rustlinge leaf her tremor wolde enhaunce. 
And lothesome doutes woulde all her thoughts betraye 
Bothe peace and purpose loste in these foul disarraye. 
LONDON: 
WILLIAM STEVENS. PRINTER, 87 , BELL YARD, 
TEMPLE BAR. 
