...depth of all mifery. I, that was wont to behold " her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, 11 walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her " fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph, " fometime ./?//*'ȣ in the Jhade like agoddejs, fome" \\mefinging like an angell, fometime playing...

...that was wont to behold her riding like " Alexander , hunting like Diana , walking like Ve nut , *' the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure " cheeks , like a nymph , fometimes fitting in the fhade " like a Goddefs , fometimes iinging like an Angel , femeM times playing...

...depth of all mifery ! I that was " wont to behold her riding like Alexander* " hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the " gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure " cheeks, like a Nymph ; fometimes fitting in " the fhade like a goddefs, fometimes fmging like " an Angel, fometimes playing...

...— " I that was wont to fee her riding like Alex" ander, hunting like Diana, walking like Ve" nus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair " about her pure cheeks, like a nymph, fome" times fitting in the {hade, like a goddefs, " fometimes iinging like an angel, fometimes " playing...

...the depth of all misery.. t sli.it was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Piaña, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair' . about her pore cheeks, like a nymph, sometime sitting in the shade like a goddtssreorr.etime singing like an...

...from the queen's presence: " I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair...sometimes playing like Orpheus. Behold the sorrow of this woild! once amiss, hath bereaved me of all!" Seward's Anecd. vol. vp 32.J H 2 baths: it was a slight...

...depth of all misery. I, " that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, " hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle " wind blowing her...amiss " hath bereaved me of all. O glory, that only shineth in " misfortune ! what is become of thy assurance ? All " wounds have scars but that of fantasy...

...ad:irk prison all alone. I, that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting' like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair...of this world! once amiss hath bereaved me of all. AH these times past, the loves, the sighs, the borrows, the desires, cannot they weigh down one frail...

...a dark prison all alone. I, that was wont 1o behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair...the shade like a goddess, sometimes singing like an anpel, sometimes playing like Orpheus ; behold the sorrow of this world! once »miss hath bereaved...

...depth of all misery. I, *' that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, *' hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle •< wind blowing her...amiss •' hath bereaved me of all. O glory, that only shineth in •' misfortune ! what is become of thy assurance ? All i' wounds have scars but that of...