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sooner had fair Phœbus trimmed his car,

Being newly risen from Aurora's bed,

But I in whom despair and hope did war,

My unpenned flock unto the mountains led.

Tripping upon the snow-soft downs I spied

Three nymphs more fairer than those beautys three

Which did appear to Paris on mount Ide.

Coming more near, my goddess I there see;

For she the field-nymphs oftentimes doth haunt,

To hunt with them the fierce and savage boar;

And having sported virelays they chaunt,

Whilst I unhappy helpless cares deplore.

There did I call to her, ah too unkind!

But tiger-like, of me she had no mind.