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Edmund Spenser

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Ye learnèd sisters, which have oftentimes   
Beene to me ayding, others to adorne,   
Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes,   
That even the greatest did not greatly scorne   
To heare theyr names sung in your simple layes,          
But joyèd in theyr praise;   
And when ye list your owne mishaps to
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PIERCE & CUDDIE
Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, 
And let us cast with what delight to chace, 
And weary thys long lingring Phoebus race. 
Whilome thou wont the shepheards laddes to leade, 
In rymes, in ridles, and in bydding base: 
Now they in thee, and thou in sleepe art dead. 


CUDDY 
Piers, I
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Ye learned sisters which have oftentimes
beene to me ayding, others to adorne:
Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes,
That even the greatest did not greatly scorne
To heare theyr names sung in your simply layes,
But joyed in theyr prayse.
And when ye lift your owne mishaps to mourne,
Which death, or