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Thicke ſet with agat, and the azurne ſheene
Of turkkis blew, and Emrould greene
That in the channell ſtrayes,
Whilſt from off the waters fleet
Thus I ſet my printleſſe feet
Ore the cowsſips velvet head,
That bends not as I tread,
Gentle ſwaine at thy requeſt
I am here.
Spir. Goddeſſe deare
Wee implore thy powerfull hand
To undoe the charm d band
Of true virgin here diſtreſt,
Through the force, and through the wile
Of unbleſt inchanter vile.
Sab. Shepheard tis my office beſt
To helpe inſnared chaſtitie;
Brighteſt Ladie looke on me,
Thus I ſprinkle on thy breſt
Drops that from my fountaine pure
I have kept of precious cure,
Thrice upon thy fingers tip,
Thrice upon thy rubied lip,
Next this marble venom'd ſeate
Smear'd with gummes of glutenous heate
I touch with chaſt palmes moiſt and cold,
Now the ſpell hath loſt his hold.
And I muſt haſt ere morning houre
To waite in Amphitrite's bowre.
