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 And Palmetrees lythe which in reward of conquest men doo beare, And Pynapple with tufted top and harsh and prickling heare, The tree to Cybele, mother of the Goddes, most deere. For why? Her minion Atys putting off the shape of man, did dye, And hardened into this same tree. Among this companee Was present with a pyked top the Cypresse, now a tree, Sumtime a boay beloved of the God that with a string Dooth arme his bow, and with a string in tune his Violl bring. For hallowed to the Nymphes that in the feeldes of Carthye were There was a goodly myghty Stag whose homes such bredth did beare, As that they shadowed all his head. His homes of gold did shyne, And downe his brest hung from his necke, a cheyne with jewels fyne. Amid his frunt with prettie strings a tablet beeing tyde, Did waver as he went: and from his eares on eyther syde Hung perles of all one growth about his hollow temples bryght. This goodly Spitter beeing voyd of dread, as having quyght Forgot his native fearefulnesse, did haunt mens houses, and Would suffer folk (yea though unknowen) to coy him with theyr hand. But more than unto all folke else he deerer was to thee O Cyparisse, the fayrest Wyght that ever man did see In Cœa. Thou to pastures, thou to water springs him led, Thou wreathedst sundry flowres betweene his homes uppon his hed. Sumtyme a horsman thou his backe for pleasure didst bestryde, And haltring him with silken bit from place to place didst ryde. In summer tyme about hygh noone when Titan with his heate Did make the hollow crabbed cleas of Cancer for to sweate, Unweeting Cyparissus with a Dart did strike this Hart Quyght through. And when that of the wound he saw he must depart, He purposd for to die himself. What woords of comfort spake Not Phoebus to him? willing him the matter lyght to take And not more sorrow for it than was requisite to make. But still the Lad did sygh and sob, and as his last request Desyred God he myght thenceforth from moorning never rest. Anon through weeping overmuch his blood was drayned quyght: His limbes wext greene: his heare which hung upon his forehead whyght Began to bee a bristled bush: and taking by and by A stiffnesse, with a sharpened top did face the starrie skye.