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For onely gentle Love could him subdue;A noble crime, which snew'd his Valour, true:It is the Souldier's test; for just so farHe yeelds to Love, he overcomes in War.
ENDIMION.But why Arigo, doe wee strive to rayseThe Story of our losse, with helplesse praise?Why to this Pilot mourne; whose Eares can reachNothing lesse loud, than Winds, or Waters breach?Or thinke, that he can guide us to a Coast,Where wee may finde, what all the World hath lost?
ARIGO.About then! Lee the Helme! Endimion! see;Loose Wreaths (not of the Bay, but Cypresse Tree)Our Poet weares, and on the Shore doth mourne,Fearing, t'Elizium bound, wee can't returne.Steere back! his Verse may make those Sorrowes lastWhich here, wee 'mongst unhallow'd Sea-men waste.

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