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PON/ a day as loue lay fweetly slumbring,
all in his mothers lap :

A gentle Bee with his loud trumpet murm'ring,
about him flew by hap.

Whereof when he was wakened with the noyse, and faw the beaft so small :

Whats this (quoth he) that giues so great a voyce, that wakens men withall.

In angry wize he flies about,

And threatens all with corage stout.

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To whom his mother closely fmiling fayd, twixt earnest and twixt game :

See thou thy felfe likewise art lyttle made, if thou regard the same.

And yet thou suffrest neyther gods in sky, nor men in earth to rest:

But when thou art disposed cruelly, theyr fleepe thou dooft moleft.

Then eyther change thy cruelty,

or giue lyke leaue vnto the fly.

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Nath / leffe, the cruell boy not fo content, would needs the fly pursue:

And in his hand with heedleffe hardiment, him caught for to subdue.

But when on it he hafty hand did lay,
the Bee him ftung therefore:
Now out alaffe (he cryde) and welaway,
I wounded am full fore:

The fly that I fo much did fcorne,

hath hurt me with his little horne.

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Vnto his mother straight he weeping came, and of his griefe complayned;

Who could not chose but laugh at his fond game, though sad to see him pained.

Think now (quoth she) my sonne how great the smart

of those whom thou doft wound:

Full many thou haft pricked to the hart,

that pitty neuer found :

Therefore henceforth fome pitty take,

when thou doeft fpoyle of louers make.

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She/tooke him ftreight full pitiously lamenting, and wrapt him in her fmock:

She wrapt him foftly, all the while repenting,

that he the fly did mock.

She dreft his wound and it embaulmed wel

with falue of foueraigne might:

And then she bath'd him in a dainty well the well of deare delight.

Who would not oft be ftung as this,

to be fo bath'd in Venus blis.

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The / wanton boy was shortly wel recured,

of that his malady:

But he foone after fresh againe enured,

his former cruelty.

And fince that time he wounded hath my felfe

with his sharpe dart of loue;

And now forgets the cruell careleffe elfe,

his mothers heast to proue.

So now I languish, till he please, my pining anguish to appease.

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E learned fifters which haue oftentimes

beene to me ayding,others to adorne: Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes,

That euen the greatest did not greatly fcorne

To heare theyr names fung in your fimple layes,

But ioyed in theyr prayse.

And when ye lift your owne mishaps to mourne,
Which death, or loue, or fortunes wreck did rayse,
Your ftring could foone to fadder tenor turne,
And teach the woods and waters to lament

Your dolefull dreriment.

Now lay those forrowfull complaints aside,

And hauing all your heads with girland[s] crownd,
Helpe me mine owne loues prayfes to refound,
Ne let the fame of any be enuide,

So Orpheus did for his owne bride,
So I vnto my felfe alone will fing,

The woods fhall to me anfwer and my Eccho ring.

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EARLY / before the worlds light giuing lampe,
His golden beame vpon the hils doth spred,
Hauing disperst the nights vnchearefull dampe,
Doe ye awake and with fresh lufty hed,
Go to the bowre of my beloued loue,
My trueft turtle doue

Bid her awake; for Hymen is awake,

And long fince ready forth his maske to moue,
With his bright Tead that flames with many a flake,
And many a bachelor to waite on him,

In theyr fresh garments trim.

Bid her awake therefore and foone her dight,
For lo! the wished day is come at last,

That fhall for al the paynes and forrowes past,
Pay to her vfury of long delight,

And whylest she doth her dight,

Doe ye to her of ioy and folace fing,

That all the woods may anfwer, and your eccho ring.

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BRING/ with you all the Nymphes that you can heare
both of the riuers and the forrests greene:
and of the sea that neighbours to her neare,
Al with gay girlands goodly wel befeene.
And let them alfo with them bring in hand,
Another gay girland

For my fayre loue of lillyes and of rofes,
Bound trueloue wize with a blew filke riband.
And let them make great store of bridale poses,
And let them eeke bring store of other flowers
To deck the bridale bowers.

And let the ground whereas her foot shall tread,
For feare the ftones her tender foot fhould wrong,

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