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See how the
stubborne damzell doth depraue
my simple meaning with
disdaynfull scorne:
and by the bay which I vnto her
gaue,
accoumpts my selfe her captiue quite forlorne.
The bay (quoth she) is of the victours borne,
yielded
them by the vanquisht as theyr meeds,
and they
therewith doe poetes heads adorne,
to sing the glory
of their famous deedes.
But sith she will the
conquest challeng needs,
let her accept me as her
faithfull thrall,
that her great triumph which my
skill exceeds,
I may in trump of fame blaze ouer all.
Then would I decke her head with glorious bayes,
and
fill the world with her victorious prayse.
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