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The woody Nymphs, fair Hamadryades, Her to behold do thither run apace, And all the Troop of light-foot Naiades Flock all about to see her lovely Face. But when they viewed have her heavenly Grace, They envy her in their malicious Mind, And fly away for fear of foul Disgrace. But all the Satyres scorn their woody kind, And henceforth nothing fair, but her on Earth they find. Glad of such Luck, the luckless lucky Maid Did her content to please their feeble Eyes, And long time with that salvage People stay'd, To gather Breath in many Miseries. During which time, her gentle Wit she plies To teach them Truth, which worship'd her in vain, And made her th' Image of Idolatries; But when their bootless Zeal she did restrain From her own Worship, they her rear end would worship fain
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