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58 Such was the powre that angrie bestowd On this faire Nymph: the legend thus is told. To Dians care her life her Mother owd; Faire Dian found her naked on the wold, Some Peasants babe, exposed to deadlie cold, And to a favourite Satyr gave to rear: Then, when the Nymph was fifteen springtimes old, Equipt her with the bow and Huntresse spear, And of her Woodland Traine her made a welcome fere.

But ill her mind received chast Phœbes lore, Fain would she at the chace still lag behind: One sultry noone, as Phœbe sped afore, Beneath a leafy vine the nymph reclind, And, Fan my breast, she cried, Oh Western Wind! Soon at the wishd-for word Favonius came. From that day forth the conscious Nymph declind The near inspection of the Sovereign Dame; Till mid the chace, one morne, her throes betrayd her shame.