Which enuie’s malice did so much augment,
That she throughout the world with error went.
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Blinde error bore foule enuie on her backe,
And ouer many kingdoms tooke their flight,
Where enuie’s poison mixt with errors blacke,
In scalding drops, as they did flie, did light
Vpon the limbes of many a wretched wight,
Which through their veins diffus’d did swiftly run,
Choaking that loue, that in their hearts did won.