As I beheld, I saw a heardman wild, with his sheephook a picture fine deface, which he sometime his fancie to beguild, had carv'd on barke of beech in secret place, & with despite of most afflicted minde, through deepe dispaire, of hart, for love dismaid, he puld even from the tree, the carved rind, & weping sore these wofull words he said: ah Philida, would God thy picture faire, I could as lightlie blot out of my brest, then should I not thus rage, with great despight, & teare the thing sometime I liked best: but all in vaine, it booteth not god wot, what printed is in hart, on tree to blot.
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