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Salmacis
and Hermaphroditus
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She thus deluded of her longed
blisse,
With much adoo at last she vttred
this:
Why wert thou bashfull, boy? Thou
hast no part
Shewes thee to be of such a female
heart.
His eye is gray, so is the mornings
eye,
That blusheth alwayes when the
day is nye.
Then his gray eye's the cause:
that cannot be:
The gray-ey'd morne is farre more
bold then he:
For with a gentle dew from heauens
bright towre,
It gets the mayden-head of eu'ry
flowre.
I would to God, he were the rosiat
morne,
And I a flowre from out the earth
new borne!
His face was smooth; Narcissus
face was so,
And he was carelesse of a sad Nymphs
woe.
Then that's the cause; and yet
that cannot be:
Youthfull Narcissus was
more bold then he,
Because he dide for loue, though
of his shade:
This boy nor loues himselfe, nor
yet a mayd.
Besides, his glorious eye is wondrous
bright;
So is the fierie and all-seeing
light
Of Phbus, who at eu'ry
mornings birth
Blusheth for shame vpon the sullen
earth.
Then that's the cause; and yet
that cannot be:
The fierie Sunne is farre more
bold then he;
He nightly kisseth Thætis
in the sea:
All know the story of Leucothoe.
His cheeke is red; so is the fragrant
Rose,
Whose ruddie cheeke with ouer-blushing
gloes:
Then that's the cause; and yet
that cannot bee:
Eche blushing Rose is farre more
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