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Salmacis
and Hermaphroditus
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The
Author to the Reader.
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Sing the fortunes
of a lucklesse payre,
Whose spotlesse soules
now in one body be:
For beauty still is Prodromus
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Crost by the sad starres of natiuitie;
And of the strange inchauntment
of a well
Gi'n by the gods my sportiue
Muse doth write,
Which sweet-lipt Ouid
long agoe did tell,
Wherein who bathes, strait turnes
Hermaphrodite.
I
hope my Poeme is so liuely writ,
That
thou wilt turne halfe-mayd with reading it.
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