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And like a quiver'd Nymph with Arrows keenMay trace huge Forests, and unharbour'd Heaths,Infamous Hills, and sandy perilous wildes,Where through the sacred rayes of Chastity,No savage fierce, Bandite, or mountaneerWill dare to soyl her Virgin purity,Yea there, where very desolation dwelsBy grots, and caverns shag'd with horrid shades,She may pass on with unblench't majesty,Be it not don in pride, or in presumption.Som say no evil thing that walks by nightIn fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen,Blew meager Hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost,That breaks his magick chains at curfeu time,No goblin or swart Faëry of the mine,Hath hurtfull power o're true virginity.Do ye beleeve me yet, or shall I callAntiquity from the old Schools of GreeceTo testifie the arms of Chastity?Hence had the huntress Dian her dred bowFair silver-shafted Queen for ever chaste,Wherwith she tam'd the brinded lionessAnd spotted mountain pard, but set at noughtThe frivolous bolt of Cupid, gods and men
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