Which in false griefe hyding his harmefull guile,
Doth weepe full sore, and sheddeth tender teares:[°]
The foolish man, that pitties all this while
His mournefull plight, is swallowed up unawares,
Forgetfull of his owne, that mindes anothers cares.
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So wept Duessa untill eventide,
That shyning lampes in Joves high house were light:
Then forth she rose, ne lenger would abide,