Which might delight a louer’s fantasie:
Why shoulde man’s mynde to loue thus subiect be?
I had a wyfe, a passing princely peece,
Which farre did passe that gallant gyrle of Greece.[1194]
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Yet from my wyfe (the woorthiest wench[1195] aliue,)
My fancies fell, I lothde her louely bed:
Howe I Hengestus daughter might atchieue
Was al my care, I did this damsel wed,
My wife diuorste, I had her in the steede: