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 * Thicke et with agat, and the azurne heene

Of turkkis blew, and Emrould greene
 * That in the channell trayes,
 * Whilt from off the waters fleet
 * Thus I et my printlee feet
 * Ore the cowsips velvet head,
 * That bends not as I tread,
 * Gentle waine at thy requet
 * I am here.


 * Spir. Goddee deare

Wee implore thy powerfull hand To undoe the charm d band Of true virgin here ditret, Through the force, and through the wile Of unblet inchanter vile.
 * Sab. Shepheard tis my office bet

To helpe innared chatitie; Brightet Ladie looke on me, Thus I prinkle on thy bret Drops that from my fountaine pure I have kept of precious cure, Thrice upon thy fingers tip, Thrice upon thy rubied lip, Next this marble venom'd eate Smear'd with gummes of glutenous heate I touch with chat palmes moit and cold, Now the pell hath lot his hold. And I mut hat ere morning houre To waite in Amphitrite's bowre. Rh