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Salmacis
and Hermaphroditus
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For as he walk'd vpon the flowry
earth,
To which his owne hands whilome
gaue a birth,
To see how streight he held it
and how iust
He rold this massy pondrous heape
of dust,
He laid him downe by a coole riuer
side,
Whose pleasant water did so gently
slide
With such soft whispering: for
the brook was deepe,
That it had lul'd him in a heauenly
sleepe.
When first he laid him downe,
there was none neere him:
(For he did call before, but none
could heare him)
But a faire Nymph was bathing when
he wak'd,
(Here sigh'd great Ioue,
and after brought forth) nak'd,
He seeing lou'd, the Nymph yet
here did rest,
Where iust Astræa
might make Ioue be blest,
If she would passe her faithfull
word so farre,
As that great Ioue should
make the mayd a starre.
Astræa yeelded: at
which Ioue was pleas'd,
And all his longing hopes and
feares were eas'd.
Ioue tooke his leaue, and
parted from her sight,
Whose thoughts were ful of louers
sweet delight,
And she ascended to her throne
aboue,
To heare the griefes of the great
Queene of loue
But she was satisfide, and would
no more
Rayle at her husband as she did
before:
But forth she tript apace, because
she stroue,
With her swift feet to ouertake
great Ioue;
She skipt so nimbly as she went
to looke him,
That at the palace doore she ouertooke
him,
Which way was plaine and broad
as they went out,
And now they could see no tumultuous
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Pictures,
September
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