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 This saide, with drift of fethered wings in broken ayre he flue, And to the forkt and shadie top of Mount Parnasus drue. There from hys quiver full of shafts two arrowes did he take Of sundrie workes: t'one causeth Love, the tother doth it slake. That causeth love, is all of golde with point full sharpe and bright, That chaseth love is blunt, whose stele with leaden head is dight. The God this fired in the Nymph Peneis for the nones: The tother perst Apollos heart and overraft his bones. Immediatly in smoldring heate of Love the t'one did swelt, Againe the tother in hir heart no sparke nor motion felt. In woods and forrests is hir joy, the savage beasts to chase, And as the price of all hir paine to take the skinne and case. Unwedded Phebe doth she haunt and follow as hir guide, Unordred doe hir tresses wave scarce in a fillet tide. Full many a wooer sought hir love, she lothing all the rout, Impacient and without a man walkes all the woods about. And as for Hymen, or for love, and wedlocke often sought She tooke no care, they were the furthest end of all hir thought. Hir father many a time and oft would saye: My daughter deere, Thow owest me a sonneinlaw to be thy lawfull feere. Hir father many a time and oft would say: My daughter deere, Of Nephewes thou my debtour art, their Graundsires heart to cheere. She hating as a haynous crime the bonde of bridely bed Demurely casting downe hir eyes, and blushing somwhat red, Did folde about hir fathers necke with fauning armes: and sed: Deare father, graunt me while I live my maidenhead for to have,