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I.
What,
so beyond all madnesse is the elf,
Now he hath got
out of himself!
His fatal enemy the Bee,
Nor his
deceiv'd artillerie,
His shackles, nor the roses
bough
Ne'r half so netled him, as he is now.
II.
See! at's own mother he is offering;
His
finger now fits any ring;
Old Cybele he would enjoy,
And now the girl, and now the boy.
He proffers Jove a
back caresse,
And all his love in the antipodes.
III.
Jealous of his chast Psyche, raging he
Quarrels with student Mercurie,
And with a proud
submissive breath
Offers to change his darts with
Death.
He strikes at the bright eye of day,
And
Juno tumbles in her milky way.
IV.
The dear
sweet secrets of the gods he tells,
And with loath'd
hate lov'd heaven he swells;
Now, like a fury, he
belies
Myriads of pure virginities,
And swears,
with this false frenzy hurl'd,
There's not a vertuous
she in all the world.
V.
Olympus he renownces,
then descends,
And makes a friendship with the
fiends;
Bids Charon be no more a slave,
He Argos
rigg'd with stars shall have,
And triple Cerberus
from below
Must leash'd t' himself with him a hunting
go.
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