Against the Lascivious Harlot Citheris

Against the lasciuious harlot Citheris.

O SWEETE , deere sweete, (then gron'd with gladsome griefe)
 Quoth Citheris (long straught) vnto her deere;
And with those words, turnd vp her eyes, as if
Preparing for her shrowding sheete she went:
 Sheets often shrowde her; but the sheete of shame.
 Her ought to shrowd; for she deserues the same.
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