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Rh Like a flie that doth hie,

and haste into the fire:

So in brief, findes her grief,

that thought to sport aspire.

When first I saw those Christal streams,

I little thought on beauties beams:

sweet venom to haue found,

But wilful wil did prick me foorth,

Perforce to take my grief in woorth,

that causd my mortall wound:

And Cupid blind compeld me so,

my fruitlesse hope to hide:

Wherein remaind my bitter wo:

thus stil he did me guide?

Then his dart, to my hart,

he slung with cruell fist:

Whose poison fel, I know right wel,

no louer may resist.

Thus vainly stil, I frame my sute,

Of ill sowen seeds, such is the frute,

experience doth it show:

The fault is hers the pain is mine,

And thus my sentence I define,

I hapned on a shrow:

And now beware, ye yongmen all,

Example take by mee:

Least beauties bait in Cupids thrall,

do catch you priuily:

So stay you, I pray you,

and marke you my great wrong,

Forsaken, not taken,

thus end I now my song.