Whan she naked into the water lepte,
That slow Acteon with his houndes felle
Only for he cam so nigh the welle!
Bút this welle, that I here reherce,
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So hoolsom was, that it wolde aswage
Bollen hertes, and the venim perce
Of pensifheed, with al the cruel rage,
And evermore refresshe the visage
Of hem that were in any werinesse