Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 3, 20

The Snakes (amongst themselves) so carefully
Love one another, (wonder for to see)
As if th'one want, the other straight doth dye:
Ladie, unto these Snakes unlike we bee.
For if I die, thou di'est not for my death,
But through my paine reviv'st: such is thy spite,
And pleasure takst to see me voyd of breath.
Ah, yet in love lets unto them be like.
Thou Cupid worke, that I (poore Snake in love)
This sdainfull Snake for to be kinde may move.
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