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And dimmed fight with pale and deadly hewAt last she vp gan lift: with trembling cheareHer vp he tooke, too simple and too trew,And oft her kist. At length all passed feare,He set her on her steede, and forward forth did beare.
Cant. III.
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Forsaken Truth long seekes her loue,And makes the Lyon mylde,Marres blind Deuotions mart, & falsIn hand of leachour vylde.
Nought is there vnder heau'ns wide hollownesse,That moues more deare compassion of mind,Then beautie brought t'vnworthie wretchednesseThrough enuies snares or fortunes freakes vnkind:I, whether lately through her brightne blynd,Or through alleageance and fast fealty,Which I do owe vnto all womankynd,Feele my hart perst with so great agony,When such I see, that all for pitty I could dy.
And now it is empassioned so deepe,For fairest Vnaes sake, of whom I sing,That my frayle eies these lines with teares do steepe,To thinke how she through guylefull handelingThough true as touch, though daughter of a king,Though faire as euer liuing wight was fayre,Though nor in word nor deede ill meriting,Is from her knight diuorced in despayreAnd her dew loues deryu'd to that vile witches shayre.
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