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204 The Shepherdes Confession. as if her countenance should say what a foole is this. But longe she had not remaynd thus when on the leaues of a marygolde she saw a busy bee gathring hony. Willie saith shee for so am I cald, shall I be thy bee & sucke thy hony of thy lips? By the cleerenes of her posicons I hauinge my vnderstandinge now erected replied yee Phillis so y$t$ like y$e$ marigold y$u$ wilt only to my bright beames ly open. O the crafte of women, how putly vpon my wordes did shee frowne & turne a way. I affeard of her displeasure said sweet Phil why looke yo$u$ from me? haue I offended. Dere then turne those eys nay fix them vpon me soe shall the flames thereof in burninge me be iust punishers of mine offence. W$th$ y$t$ I wold haue initated the gras where on we lay by clasping her in my armes but she t'ninge aside, espies my iuory pipe, and as women delight in faire thinges & yet through theire natures couetousnes doe rather