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Poem	SHe tooke him streight full pitiously lamenting, and wrapt him in her smock: She wrapt him softly, all the while repenting, that he the fly did mock. She drest his wound and it embaulmed wel with salue of soueraigne might: And then she bath'd him in a dainty well the well of deare delight. Who would not oft be stung as this, to be so bath'd in Venus blis.
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