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A sturdie bat from off an Oake I reft: (15) And with the Rauisher continued fight, Till breathlesse I vpon the earth him left. Then when my coy Nimph saw her breathlesse foe, With kisses kind she gratifies my paine: Protesting rigour neuer more to show, (20) Happy was I this good hap to obtaine. But drowsie slumbers flying to their Cell, My sudden ioy conuerted was to bale: My wonted sorrowes still with me doe dwell, I looked round about on Hill and Dale: (25) But I could neither my faire Chloris view, Nor yet the Satire which yer-while I slew.
FINIS. W. S.