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Yet in this Isle she raignes as blessed, And euery one at her doth wonder, (20) And in my eares still fond fame whispers Cinthia shall be Ceres Mistres, But first my Carre shall riue in sunder. Helpe Phæbus helpe, my fall is suddaine: Cinthia, Cinthia must be Soueraigne.
This Song was sung before her Maiestie, at
Bissam, the Lady Russels, in prograce.
The Authors name unknowne to me.