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THe Panther
knowing that his spotted hyde,
Doth please all
beasts but that his looks the[m] fray:
within a bush
his dreadfull head doth hide,
to let them gaze
whylest he on them may pray.
Right so my cruell
fayre with me doth play,
for with the goodly
semblant of her hew:
she doth allure me to mine owne
decay,
and then no mercy will vnto me shew.
Great shame it is, thing so diuine in view,
made for
to be the worlds most ornament:
to make the bayte
her gazers to embrew,
good shames to be so ill an
instrument.
But mercy doth with beautie best agree,
as in theyr maker ye them best may see.
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