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[sig. Hiiiiv]
I feare much  Promethius  fall,                               dare no further wade,  Whom loue embraced with the shape, that hee so finely made: Yet this I dare presume, one thought of her may draw, A harte of Iron, and it subdue, vnto blinde  Cupids  law. I sorrow to recite, the bitter teares that flow: Within the eyes of other Dames, that beauty know.  I weepe to wayle in minde, the burning slights that flame: In troubled hartes of Natures case in spreading of her fame, They all doo curse themselues, of Nature makes complaynt, That shee on them had smal regard, that did her thus depayntpainted . Of her doth nobles spring, and sutors sue for grace,  And Fountaines ekealso  of sugred speech, where voice can take no                            ||(place, Here  Pallas  should haue lost her prayse, for wisdome great, Who gendred was of  Ioue  his                               braines,                                wher wisdom toke his seat. +Minerva  . Here wise  Vlisses                                wyfe +Penelope  . ,                             whose chastnesse brued her fame: Should matched bee, ye mated eke, in ventring of  the same. thesame.  Prowde  Tarquin  with his                            force, which  Lucresse  did defile: Could not haue spoyled faire  D.  so, with neither sound nor                            gyle. This Dame I thinke bee such, that heauen can vndermine, And lifte the earth vnto the skyes,that heaven would dig up the earth and lift it up to the skies                              eche stone a star to shine. If passed time (alas) might now returne agayne,  And all the wittes that euer was, would herein take the payne: They could not at the ful, no due giftes expresse, A wightcreature  vnfit to  beebée in earth, in heauen no such goddesse. Whose name shall floorish still, though  Atropos  with spight: In running from her deuelish Den, bereaue vs of this light,  Though  Thesiphon  do                            cut, her time of life a way: Her cankred Swoord cannot assayle, her fame for to decay. For wee in these our dayes, our selues may better quightquit, pay our dues to her : To geue to her the cheefest prayse, then  Paris  which did                            right. Lesse hatred cannot want, though power for to reuenge:  Our stately house as they did  Troy, +Fall of Troy in part due to Juno’s revenge on Paris for                             choosing Venus over her, see the  Judgement of Paris  .  their force doth faile to sengesinge . Their might if it were like, these verses wee should rew,If women, jealous of the poet’s praise of Mistress D.,                            were to follow Juno’s example in the destruction of Troy, then the poet would regret his verses With no lesse payne then  Ouid  did, whose greefe by Muses grew. +Ovid was thought to have been exiled by Augustus for his  Ars Amatoria ,                            see  glossary  . 
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