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〈♫〉〈♫〉 CLoris your selfe you so excell, when you vouchsafe to breath my thought. that like a spirit with this sp••ll of mine own teaching I am caught. That Eagle's Fate and mine is one, that on the shaft that made him dye, espy'd a Feather of his own, wherewith he wont to soare so high. Had Eccho with so swete a grace, Narcissus lowd complaints return'd, not for re∣flection of his face, but of his voyce the boy had mourn'd.