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were seene, To seeke them Summer Bowers. Forth rou'd I by the sliding Rills, To finde where CYNTHIA sat, Whose name so often from the hills, The Ecchos wondred at. When me vpon my Quest to bring, That pleasure might excell, 10 The Birds stroue which should sweetliest sing, The Flowers which sweet'st should smell. Long wand'ring in the Woods (said I) Oh whether's CYNTHIA gone? When soone the Eccho doth reply, To my last word, goe on. At length vpon a lofty Firre, It was my chance to finde, Where that deare name most due to her, Was caru'd vpon the rynde. 20 Which whilst with wonder I beheld, The Bees their hony brought, And vp the carued letters fild, As they with gould were wrought. And neere that trees more spacious roote, Then looking on the ground, The shape of her most dainty foot, Imprinted there I found. Which stuck there like a curious seale, As though it should forbid 30 Vs, wretched mortalls, to reueale, What vnder it was hid. Besides the flowers which it had pres'd, Apeared to my vew, More fresh and louely than the rest, That in the meadowes grew: The cleere drops in the steps that stood, Of that dilicious Girle, The Nimphes amongst their dainty food, Drunke for dissolued pearle. 40 The yeilding sand, where she had troad, Vntutcht yet with the winde, By the faire posture plainely show'd, Where I might _Cynthia_ finde. When on vpon my waylesse walke, As my desires me draw, I like a madman fell to talke, With euery thing I saw: I ask'd some Lillyes why so white, They from their fellowes were; 50 Who answered me, that _Cynthia's_ sight, Had made them looke so cleare: I ask'd a nodding Violet why, It sadly hung the head, It told me _Cynthia_ late past by, Too soone from it that fled: A bed of Roses saw I there, Bewitching with their grace: Besides so wondrous sweete they were, That they perfum'd the place, 60 I of a Shrube of those enquir'd, From others of that ki
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