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Impos'd on flesh and bloods infirmities.
Which I my selfe must taste, in great degree,
And date as endlesse; for consorting thee.
All the Immortalls, with my opprobrie
Are full, by this time; on their Hearts so lie,
(Euen to the sting of Feare) my cunnings vs'd;
And wiuing conuersations infus'd,
Into the bosomes of the best of them,
With women, that the fraile and mortall stream
Doth daily rauish. All this long since done.
Which now, no more but with effusion
Of teares; I must in Heauen, so much as name:
I haue so forfaited, in this, my Fame,
And am impos'd, paine of so great a kinde
For so much erring, from a Goddesse Minde.
For I haue put beneath my Gyrdle here,
A Sonne, whose sire, the humane mortall sphere
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Giues Circumscription. But when first the light
His eyes shall comfort; Nymphs that hant the height;
Of Hills; and Brests haue, of most deepe receit;
Shall be his Nurses: who inhabit now
A Hill of so vast, and diuine a Brow,
As Man, nor God, can come at their Retreates.
Who liue long liues, and eat immortall Meates;
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$And with Immortalls, in the exercise
Of comely Dances, dare contend; and rise
Into high Question, which deserues the Prise.
The light Sileni, mix in loue with These;

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