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Section 569
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1Cer.
2Haile, many‑coloured Messenger, that nere
3Do'st disobey the wife of Iupiter:
4Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowres
5Diffusest hony drops, refreshing showres,
6And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne
7My boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,
8Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene