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A VIRGINS face with Robes of light aray,
Why hath (Self-loue) our Poets thee assign'd?
Philaut: Loue should be young, and fresh as merry MAY,
Such clothing best agreeth with my mind.
What meanes that poisonous Serpent in thy hand?
Philaut: My bane I breed, by this you vnderstand
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