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] By Lure then in finest sort,

he seekes to bring her in:

But if that she, ful gorged be,

he can not so her win:

Although her becks and bending eies,

she manie proffers makes:

Wo ho ho he cries, awaie she flies,

and so her leaue she takes.

This wofull man with wearie limmes,

runnes wandring round about:

At length by noise of chattering Pies,

his hawke againe found out

His heart was glad his eies had seen,

his falcon swift of flight:

Wo ho ho he cries, she emptie gorgde,

vpon his Lure doth light.

How glad was then the falconer there,

no pen nor tongue can tel:

He swam in blisse that lately felt

like paines of cruel hel.

His hand somtime vpon her train,

somtime vpon her brest:

Wo ho ho he cries with chearfull voice,

his heart was now at rest.

My deer likewise, beholde thy loue,

what paines he doth indure:

And now at length let pitie moue,

to stoup vnto his Lure.

A hood of silk, and siluer belles,

new gifts I promise thee:

Wo ho ho, I crie, I come then saie,

make me as glad as hee.