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68 Cynthia Downe in a Dale, hard by a Forrest side,

(Vnder the shaddow of a loftie Pine)

Not far from whence a trickling streame did glide,

Did nature by her secret art combine,

A pleasant Arbour, of a spreading Vine:

Wherein Art stroue with nature to compaire,

That made it rather seeme a thing diuine

Being scituate all in the open Aire:

A fairer nere was seene, if any seene so faire.

There might one see, and yet not see (indeede)

Fresh Flora flourishing in chiefest Prime,

Arrayed all in gay and gorgeous weede.

The Primrose, and sweet-smelling Eglantine

As fitted best beguiling so the time:

And euer as she went she strewd the place,

Red-roses mixt with Daffadillies fine,

Eor Gods and Goddesses, that in like case

In this same order sat, with il-beseeming grace.