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The Lyon would not leave her desolate, But with her went along, as a strong gard Of her chast person, and a faithfull mate Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard: Still when she slept, he kept both watch and ward,° And when she wakt, he waited diligent, With humble service to her will prepard: From her faire eyes he tooke commaundement, And ever by her lookes conceived her intent.