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Was it a
dreame, or did I see it playne,
a goodly table of
pure yvory:
all spred with iuncats, fit to
entertayne,
the greatest Prince with pompous roialty.
Mongst which there in a siluer dish did ly,
twoo
golden apples of vnualewd price:
far passing those
which Hercules came by,
or those which Atalanta did
entice.
Exceeding sweet, yet voyd of sinfull vice,
That many sought yet none could euer taste,
sweet fruit of pleasure brought from paradice:
By
loue himselfe and in his garden plaste.
Her brest
that table was so richly spredd,
my thoughts the
guests, which would thereon haue fedd.
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