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I Ioy to see
how in your drawen work,
Your selfe vnto the Bee ye
doe compare;
and me vnto the Spyder that doth lurke,
in close awayt to catch her vnaware.
Right so to
your selfe were caught in cunning snare
of a deare
foe, and thralled to his loue:
in whose streight
bands ye now captiued are
so firmely, that ye neuer
may remoue.
But as your worke is wouen all about,
with woodbynd flowers and fragrant Eglantine:
so
sweet your prison you in time shall proue,
with many
deare delights bedecked fyne.
And all thensforth
eternall peace shall see.
betweene the Spyder and
the gentle Bee.
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