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OMPLEYNT,           I hearde upon a day, CArtemis singing, Artemis, ArtemIs
Agaynst Pity lifted her wall
PIty causeth the forests to fall, PIty slayeth my nymphs,
PIty spareth so many an evu thing
PIty befouleth AprIl,
PIty 15 the root al1d the spring
Now If no fayre creature followeth me It IS on account of PIty,
It IS on account that Pity forbldetll them slaye All things are made foul In thIS season,
ThIS IS the reason, none may seek purIty HaVing for foulnesse pity
And thIngs growne awry,
No more do my shaftes fly
To slay NothIng 18 now clean sIayne But rotteth away
In Paphos, on a day
I also heard
goeth not with young Mars to playe But she hath pity on a dodderIng fool,
She tendeth hIS fyre,
She keepeth hIS embers warm
Time IS the eVIl EVIl
A day, and a day
Walked the young Pedro baffled,
a day and a day
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