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A breathe divine in Poëts brests does blowe Wherethrough all things inferiour in degrie As vassalls unto them doe hommage showe There songs enchants Apollos selfe ye knowe And chaste Dianas coache can haste or staye Can change the course of Planets high or lowe And make the earthe obeye them everie waye Make rockes to danse, huge hills to skippe and playe Beasts, foules, and fishe to followe them allwhere Though thus the heaven, the sea, and earthe obeye, Yett mutins the midde region of the aire,
 * From sacred throne in heaven Empyrick hie
 * What hatefull Juno, yolus entiseth
 * Wherby contrarious Zephyre thus ariseth.


 * O cruell Cupide what a rutheles rage

What hatefull wrathe thou utterest upon me No medicine my sicknesse may asswage Nor cataplasme cure my wounde I see Through deadlie shott alive I daylie dye I frie in flammes of that envenomed darte Which shotte me sicker in at ather eye Then fastned fast into my hoalit harte The fever hath infected everie parte My bones are dried there marrowe melts awaye