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 | | So was this virgin borne, so was she bred, So was she trayned up from time to time, In all chast vertue, and true bounti-hed Till to her dew perfection she was ripened. |
 | | iv Her mother was the faire Chrysogonee, The daughter of Amphisa, who by race A Faerie was, yborne of high degree, She bore Belphoebe, she bore in like cace Faire Amoretta in the second place: These two were twinnes, and twixt them two did share The heritage of all celestiall grace. |
 | | That all the rest it seem'd they robbed bare Of bountie, and of beautie, and all vertues rare. |
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