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The wood-mans walke. +

T Hrough a faire Forrest as I went vpon a Sommers day, I met a Wood-man quaint and gent, yet in strange aray. (5) I maruail’d much at his disguise, whom I did know so well: But thus in tearmes both graue and wise, his minde he gan to tell. Friend, muse not at this fond aray, (10) but list a while to me: For it hath holpe me to suruay what I shall shew to thee. Long liu’d I in this Forrest faire, till wearie of my weale: (15) Abroad in walkes I would repaire, as now I will reueale. My first dayes walke was to the Court, where Beautie fed mine eyes: Yet found I that the Courtly sport, (20) did maske in slie disguise. For falsehood sate in fairest lookes, and friend to friend was coy: Court-fauour fill’d but emptie bookes, and there I found no ioy. (25) Desert went naked in the colde, when crouching craft was fed: Sweet words were cheaply bought and sold, but none that stood in sted,