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And tumbled up the sea, that she (alas!)
O! how great ruth, and sorrow full assay,
Thus in a moment to see lost, and drown'd,
The heavenly branches did I see arise
Within this wood, out of a rocke did rise
The spring, the place, and all cleane out of sight.
I saw a Phoenix in the wood alone,
With purple wings, and crest of golden hewe:
And to the spring that late devoured was.
O, let mine eyes no more see such a sight!
At last so faire a Ladie did I spie,
Which make this life wretched and miserable,
When I beheld this tickle trustles state
All heavenly grace and vertue shrined is,
When ye these rythmes doo read, and vew the rest, Loath this base world, and thinke of heavens blis:
And though ye be the fairest of Gods creatures, Yet thinke, that death shall spoyle your goodly features.