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Him here-with she forc’d to come sit downe by her, She his necke embrac’de gazing in his face: (45) Hee like one transform’d stird no looke to eye her Euery hearbe did woe him growing in that place. Each bird with a dittie, (50) prayed him for pitty in behalfe of beauties Queene: Waters gentle murmour, craued him to loue her, yet no liking could be seene. (55) Boy she said, looke on mee, Still I gaze vpon thee, speake I pray thee my delight: Coldly hee replyed, And in briefe denied, (60) to bestow on her a sight.
I am now too young, to be wonne by beauty, Tender are my yeeres I am yet a bud: (65) Faire thou art, she said then it is thy dutie, Wert thou but a blossome to effect my good. Euery beauteous flower, (70) boasteth in my power,