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The forlorne Maiden, whom your eyes have seene The laughing stocke of fortunes mockeries, Am th' only daughter° of a King and Queene, Whose parents deare, whilest equal destinies° Did runne about, and their felicities The favourable heavens did not envy, Did spread their rule through all the territories, Which Phison° and Euphrates floweth by, And Gehons golden waves doe wash continually.