es white as Snow,
Whose pretty eyes like sparkes doe show;
In her Bosome _Venus_ hatcht them
Where her little _Cupid_ watcht them,
Till they too fledge their Nests forsooke
Themselues and to the Fields betooke,
Where by chance a Fowler caught them
Of whom I full dearely bought them; 150
_* The redde They'll fetch you Conserue from the *Hip,
fruit of the And lay it softly on your Lip,
smooth Through their nibling bills they'll Chirup
Bramble._ And fluttering feed you with the Sirup,
And if thence you put them by
They to your white necke will flye,
And if you expulse them there
They'll hang vpon your braded Hayre;
You so long shall see them prattle
Till at length they'll fall to battle, 160
And when they haue fought their fill,
You will smile to see them bill
These birds my _Lirope's_ shall be
So thou'lt leaue him and goe with me.
_Cleon._ His Sparrowes are not worth a rush
I'le finde as good in euery bush,
Of Doues I haue a dainty paire
Which when you please to take the Air,
About your head shall gently houer
You Cleere browe from the Sunne to couer, 170
And with their nimble wings shall fan you,
That neither Cold nor Heate shall tan you,
And like Vmbrellas with their feathers
Sheeld you in all sorts of weathers:
They be most dainty Coloured things,
They haue Damask backs and Chequerd wings,
Their neckes more Various Cullours showe
Then there be mixed in the Bowe;
_Venus_ saw the lesser Doue
And therewith was farre in Loue, 180
Offering for't her goulden Ball
For her Sonne to play withall;
These my _Liropes_ shall be
So shee'll leaue him and goe with me.
_Lirope._ Then for Sparrowes, and for Doues
I am fitted twixt my Loues,
But _Lalus_ I take no delight
In Sparowes, for they'll scratch and bite
And though ioynd, they are euer wooing
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