Strange nevves out of diuers countries neuer discouered till of late, by a strange pilgrime in those parts.

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Title: Strange nevves out of diuers countries neuer discouered till of late, by a strange pilgrime in those parts.
Author: Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
Publication: London :: Printed by W. Iones for George Fayerbeard, and are to be sold at his shop at the Royall Exchange,; 1622.
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A Dreame of a Bucke casting of his hornes.
ME thought I saw a gallant Bucke had newly cast a horne,
Which made him seeme a goodly beast when it was brauely borne:
And rubbing of the other horne which did disgrace him so,
That of a faire and goodly beast, he did ilfauourd grow:
He lost the beautie of his head, and his defensiue armes,
Which both did grace him, and oft times preserue him from great harms.
Now as I will beh••ld the Beast, me thought a Keeper came,
And said, My friend, now may you see how nature hath her shame,
Of beautie and of armes at once to leaue him naked so,
That now among his gallant mates he hath no heart to go:
But if it be such valour be and beautie in a horne,
Why should they blush that beare the horne? and haue it so in scorne?
When smiling at the sudden ierke, and closing of the iest,
I wakt, and 〈◊〉〈◊〉 it but to be a vision of a Beast.