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TRust not the
treason of those smyling lookes,
vntill ye haue
theyr guylefull traynes well tryde:
for they are
lyke but vnto golden hookes,
that from the foolish
fish theyr bayts doe hyde:
So she with flattring
smyles weake harts doth guyde,
vnto her loue and
tempte to theyr decay,
whome being caught she kills
with cruell pryde,
and feeds at pleasure on the
wretched pray:
Yet euen whylst her bloody hands them
slay,
her eyes looke louely and vpon them smyle:
that they take pleasure in her cruell play,
and
dying doe them selues of payne beguyle.
O mighty
charm which makes men loue theyr bane,
and thinck
they dy with pleasure, liue with payne.
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