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- Carle had the Sunne dride up the deawy morne,
And scarfe the beard gone to the hedge for shade;
When Cytheres (all in Lou: forlorne)
A longing variance for Adonis made
Vader an Olyer growing by a brooke,
A brooke, where Adon vide to coole his Spleene:
Hot was the day, the hotter that did looke
For his approach, that often there had beene.
Anon he comes, and throws his Mantle by,
And flood starke naked on the brookes greene brim:
The Sunne lookt on the world with glorious ele,
Yet not to wiffly, as this Cyrene on him:
He spying her, boundt in (whereas he flood)
Oh I o v a (quoth she) why was not I a flood
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