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And with more love to move her Sovereign Sire, who aye lov’d her with a constant will, herself she shows as to the Trojan swain she showed of old on Ida’s bosky hill. If her the Hunter who the form of man lost, seeing Dian in the glassy rill, had seen, he ne’er had died by rav’ening hound, erst slain by a sorer and a surer wound.