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 Then happie Monarch sprung of Ferguse race That talkes with wise Minerve when pleaseth the And when thou list sume Princelie sporte to see Thy chaste Diana rides with the in chase
 * Then when to bed thou gladlie does repaire
 * Clasps in thine armes thy Cytherea faire.


 * Althogh Madame I ought not to refuse

What yee request, or please to desire Yet may I justly make my own excuse In that which last it pleas'd you to require Long since forsooth my Muse beganne to tire Through daylie fascherie of my own affaires Which quench'd in me that heavenly furious fire In place whereof came sad & thorny cares Which restlesly no time nor season spares To spoile me of my former pleasurs quite Who wont before to use farre other wares As exercis'd some worthy work to write
 * How ar Castalias floods dried up in me
 * Like suddain shoures this time of yeere ye see


 * But what Madame & shall I then denie

Your juste demaunde and disobey the same? No yee even yee shall carrie to the skie My barren verse and shall my Muse inflame Was it not only your inchaunting fame Who on her wings alofte did carrie mee Frome native soil to follow on your name